"Hey, why have we stopped?"
Chu Mufeng removed his sunglasses; there was no need to worry about paparazzi in the upscale western restaurant, so he confidently revealed his handsome, peach-blossom-like face.
He asked with puzzlement, turning his head, "What are you looking at?"
The western restaurant was quiet, and Ming Ge also heard that voice, feeling vaguely familiar.
She lifted her gaze and looked over, her eyes lighting up.
A beauty!
Before Ming Ge looked over, Gong Yeyan had already indifferently retracted his gaze, as if his sight had never lingered anywhere.
Their eyes never met, not even for a moment.
"Nothing."
*
A secluded booth in the quiet environment.
Two men sat facing each other.
One was as handsomely appealing as a blossoming peach tree, the other as stunningly ethereal as the dangerously enchanting Mandala flower.
From a distance, there seemed to be an air of intimate camaraderie between them.
Ming Ge bit her nail.
Fuck.
