The steward looked back in confusion, finding Lin Qingjia still sitting in her original spot, holding her coffee cup in a daze.
"Miss Lin, what's wrong?"
"I thought this Mr. Wen looked quite familiar," Lin Qingjia quickly came to her senses, "I almost mistook him for someone else, please excuse me."
She smiled lightly, her eyes clear.
Still that gentle and warm demeanor, without a hint of embarrassment or awkwardness.
Having stayed in the Lin family, a major clan of ancient martial artists that wouldn't blink at devouring others, and not being a direct lineage family member, Lin Qingjia had long since mastered the art of being all things to all people.
"Familiar?" Adele, who had been following Wen Tinglan for a while and also understood Chinese, asked, "Tinglan, do you know her?"
Wen Tinglan remained calm, "No, I don't."
Lin Qingjia pursed her lips, keeping her expression unchanged.
