Lun You never expected that the translator indicated by the mayor, who supposedly came from their hometown, would turn out to be Meng Xi'er.
He sat there, completely dumbfounded for a moment before regaining his senses, subconsciously glancing at Lu Yebai sitting beside him.
The man was idly twirling a pen, leaning nonchalantly against the leather chair, not particularly attentive to Meng Xi'er's entrance.
It was then that Lun You was slightly able to calm down.
He looked up at Meng Xi'er standing at the door; four years had passed, she seemed to have changed little, other than appearing more lively than he remembered. She was dressed in a long white skirt, her hair loose, perhaps because she had rushed, her hair was somewhat messy. She stood there, her eyes wide and her face noticeably pale.
She seemed more stunned than he, and this brought Lun You some comfort.
He hadn't expected to meet her here.
Lun You thought, the world is indeed too small.
