Xiao Lang started the car, with no intention of mocking her.
"I saw you earlier." He suddenly spoke, "That's your husband, isn't it? I've seen the three of you before, at the buffet, and in my restaurant."
Jian Yufei looked at him in surprise, her face instantly turning red.
So he was at the buffet as well. No wonder she bumped into him there.
She had caused a spectacle at the restaurant that time, which was embarrassing. She hadn't realized he'd seen it all. She felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over her; for some reason, she didn't want Xiao Lang to see her at her worst.
In her eyes, he was as noble and pure as a prince, especially when he played the piano. It was as if everything else lost its color, and he was the only one that existed.
She knew Xiao Lang was no ordinary man, and she didn't want him to see her disgrace.
