Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed, and she looked down, "He had never smiled at her like this before."
"What's with him today?"
Soon, the arrival of a certain person seemed to answer all of her questions.
Yang Xiu, dressed in a sharp suit, approached their dining table and even nodded slightly toward her when he saw her, as if to acknowledge her presence.
She suddenly felt as if she had been shot with a bullet, her fingers clutching the tablecloth underneath, with an intense urge to stand up and storm out.
"Bring a chair for Mr. Yang," he said as if entirely unaware of the change in her expression, gesturing to the waiter to add a chair for Yang Xiu.
Yang Xiu thus abandoned the thought of sitting next to her and his brows quirked in slight movement, he was genuinely curious about why the other man had invited him here.
Was it time for showdown?
Did the scene he created last time really provoke this man?
Or perhaps, he had instigated the necessary suspicion between them.
