The waiter pushed open the door and respectfully said, "Mr. Tang, Mr. Chai is looking for Miss Ye."
Chai Chen's figure appeared at the doorway, anxiously peering inside.
After saying goodbye to Tang Jingyao, Ye Yan and Chai Chen returned to the private room.
"Everything okay?" Chai Chen looked around and, finding nothing amiss, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the Chai Family had some background, it couldn't compare to the power and privilege of the Tang Family.
People of high status were often unpredictable; Chai Chen's worries were not unfounded.
"It's fine, he's my friend's husband; I know him." Ye Yan's head was no longer dizzy, and she felt clear-headed: "How long was I inside?"
"Not long, eleven minutes."
Chai Chen kept checking his watch, remembering the time very clearly.
Once ten minutes had passed, he couldn't sit still, fearing that Ye Yan might encounter some trouble.
Eleven minutes?
