"So it's Young Master Luo Yanhao," Luo Qianqian feigned calm, a relieved look on her face, and said to the driver, "Did Young Master Luo prepare the noodles with hot oil for me?"
"You can order once you get there," the driver replied.
Order once we get there? It seems we will meet at a restaurant, which is easier to handle. Nothing should happen with so many people around.
"Alright," Luo Shufan, seeing his sister's relieved demeanor, also felt at ease and said to her:
"Is it the same brother from yesterday? So he's also a Luo, what a coincidence. I must say, Shufan, you really got it right."
"Yes, quite a coincidence." Luo Qianqian lowered her eyes, thinking darkly whether she should go back and change her surname to her mother's.
