Ten minutes ago—
Click, click, click, click...
The familiar sound of high heels echoed through the empty and quiet second floor of the restaurant.
Lin Xian looked up toward the staircase.
How come she's back again?
Did she forget something?
He looked down at the spot where Su Su had just sat; there was nothing there.
She probably didn't forget anything. After all, this woman never intended to have a proper blind date. She just came to take a few photos and left, without even putting down her handbag or taking off her coat; she clearly didn't plan to waste time here.
But Lin Xian didn't mind either. Now he didn't need to think about how to explain it to Chu Shanhe, as there was nothing better than the other person not being interested in him.
The sound of the heels got louder and closer, and Lin Xian looked up again toward the staircase—
"Huh?"
He blinked in disbelief:
"President Zhao?"
