Seeing these two figures, Jiang Lu was somewhat puzzled.
The True Love Taoist was one thing—after all, he was a leading figure in the trade, and it wasn't too far-fetched to assume he knew Madam Han, the seasoned gourmet and head of Yunzhou's prestigious Qingyao Gate.
But what was the deal with Wu Yiyu?
Jiang Lu had only met him once and could hardly say they were acquainted. To tell the truth, Jiang Lu had to pause for two seconds to recall his name upon seeing his face.
Moreover, strictly speaking, they were in a competitive relationship, as Wu Yiyu was the trainee who had joined halfway through the training camp before the president of Yunzhou, according to what the person in charge at the sign-in had said.
So in Jiang Lu's eyes, there should have been absolutely no intersection between the True Love Taoist and him. Yet now, it seemed that was not the case.
The two were chatting and laughing, evidently already acquainted rather than having met by chance there.
