Is that so?
Luo Qiangwei looked at his unemotional eyes, her fingers by her side slightly curling up. Seconds later, she smiled and tugged at her lips, "In that case, Mr. Muo, I'll see you tonight."
......
The night in Huajiang was beautiful.
The open-air restaurant bustled with activity. At the seat closest to the river, a waiter approached and bent over to ask the daydreaming woman, "Miss Luo, would you like me to pour you another cup of coffee?"
It was already her fourth cup.
Luo Qiangwei stared at her phone screen, 22:29.
He was nearly two hours late.
She had dialed the number on Muo Huangnian's business card, but no one answered.
Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of panic surged within her—
Just like the feeling she had day after day for the past three years when she couldn't find him.
Luo Qiangwei almost immediately panicked and quickly dialed Liansu's number, demanding him to search, and about five minutes later, he called back.
