"Sorry, the place has already been reserved." Not far away, Zhou Qing's cool voice came through.
The romantic atmosphere was abruptly cut off. Zhang Ziwen heard it, his eyes lifted slightly, looking towards the source of the voice. He saw someone he didn't particularly want to see—Chen Hao, who was followed by several men in suits, most likely bodyguards. Zhang Ziwen's heartbeat quickened. At that moment, he also caught sight of someone who had been causing him headaches, the little beauty, An Yun, who had been avoiding him since she returned to Zhonghai.
