Ling Qingyun, a man only in his early twenties, looked at Tong Xiaohua in the dim, yellow, and slightly ambiguous light of the VIP Room and couldn't help but feel she looked too ethereal to belong to this world.
His heart entertained a few whimsical ideas, and as he looked at Tong Xiaohua, something inexplicable began to add to his gaze.
Tong Xiaohua's thoughts weren't on Ling Qingyun. After responding to him, she picked up the phone and dialed a number to order someone to pack and deliver two dozen bottles of red wine.
She was completely unaware of Ling Qingyun's burning gaze on her.
Most of Yan Bo's attention was fixed on Tong Xiaohua, and when he occasionally glanced back, he caught Ling Qingyun's unguarded stare at Tong Xiaohua.
His eyes darkened, and he swirled his wine glass, "Young Master Ling, didn't I hear you mention a while ago that your family had arranged a blind date banquet for you? How is it going, is the happy event approaching?"
