Shen Mingzhu arrived smoothly at the hotel, placed the gifts she brought, arranged the menu with the recommendations of the ordering clerk, and then ordered a pot of tea. Sitting across from Pei Yang at the private room's tea table, they chatted while sipping tea, patiently awaiting the grand arrival of La Shiran.
Just two minutes past seven o'clock, the door to the private room was pushed open by a waiter, and engulfed by an elegant sweet fragrance, La Shiran, wearing a V-neck white dress and with a smiling face, appeared at the doorway.
Shen Mingzhu immediately stood up to greet her, "Mrs. Four..."
"No need to be so formal, just call me Shiran like before."
Shen Mingzhu was about to agree when, the next second, she found herself hugged in a warm and fragrant embrace.
The soft and delicate touch, the unfamiliar sweet scent, momentarily left Shen Mingzhu feeling disconcerted.
La Shiran's enthusiasm caught her by surprise.
