The bartender glanced behind her and whispered, "That Master Wei is here again."
Song Yan turned around and indeed saw Wei Shiran, dressed to impress, no wonder he was so popular among girls. Not only was he handsome and stylish, but he also exuded a kind of bad-boy charm that made him irresistible to many women despite the obvious player vibe.
Song Yan averted her gaze, feeling the presence of someone approaching her. She casually remarked, "Is Master Wei here to drown his sorrows?"
"I'm here for you."
Song Yan raised an eyebrow, "For me?"
She really couldn't figure out why Wei Shiran would be looking for her.
Wei Shiran cut to the chase, unusually direct tonight, "Dalizi, who is she, exactly?"
Upon hearing this name from his lips again, Song Yan couldn't help but turn and give him a stern look.
"You can't be serious, Master Wei. You're still asking me about Dalizi? Do you think that's appropriate?"
