Diwu Ming's enthusiasm for Zhang Yulan, though it surprised Yang Fan a bit, seemed to make sense within reason.
After all, Zhang Yulan's identity was there for all to see.
Wherever she went, no one should dare to underestimate her.
The elegantly decorated private room was already prepared with fruit platters and tea.
This room was completely different from the one Yang Fan had been to last time.
It was so plain that Yang Fan began to doubt whether he had entered the wrong place.
The room he had entered that day had even the wall decorations suggesting something that could lead one's thoughts astray.
"Is Tian Miao almost here?" As soon as they sat down, Zhang Yulan asked directly.
Diwu Ming replied with a smile, "We originally agreed on seven o'clock, but she called me earlier, saying that something urgent had come up and she might be about half an hour late. I'll hurry her along."
