In the evening, Yan Xu came to the restaurant again for a free meal. Upon hearing Zhu Qianying recount the day's events, he couldn't help but ponder. Fate was indeed a fantastical thing.
After musing, he looked at Zhu Qianying with narrowed eyes and a face full of curiosity, making her feel uncomfortable. She glared at him and asked.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I look like a monster?"
Yan Xu curved his lips into a meaningful smile, "Ying'er, do you think that we might have met when we were kids, or we have had some unforgettable childhood experiences, and then, we forgot about it all?"
Zhu Qianying barely managed to suppress the urge to throw her bowl on Eldest Young Master Yan's head. She rolled her eyes at him and replied grumpily.
"Yan Xu, are you mocking your own IQ, or, are you mocking mine?"
Even if Zhu Qianying openly despised him, Yan Xu wasn't discouraged, "Ying'er, think carefully, maybe, we were also childhood sweethearts!"
