However, it was actually the first time he had seen someone like her, with her clear soup and plain noodles, her unadorned face, petite and pure like a student.
Everyone's gaze fell on An Ruo, unable to bear their burning eyes, she could only lower her head and demurely look away.
Tang Yuchen was very familiar with this place; he could be said to be its king.
Here, he needed not deliberately greet anyone, behaving as he pleased, his every move was full of the demeanor of a ruler.
An Ruo sat with him on the leather sofa, although she appeared calm on the surface, in reality, she wasn't very confident inside.
She knew she should not have come to this place, yet she had stubbornly followed along.
The waitress prepared two bottles of '88 red wine for Tang Yuchen, the rose-colored liquid poured into the tall glass, emitting a splendid glow.
Tang Yuchen picked up the glass, shook it by his lips, then suddenly pressed the cold rim of the glass against An Ruo's tender lips.
