In C city, the surname Yu was already rare.
And one who could be respectfully called Young Master Yu—
Mu Anran instinctively looked up and, sure enough, saw a familiar figure.
Tall and striking, his presence was commanding.
However, that exceptionally handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of faint frost.
It looked like he was in a bad mood.
"Hmm, has the table been reserved?"
"It has been reserved, in the private room on the second floor."
"What about the people?"
"The guests have already gone in, and the flowers and gifts have been delivered; it's the latest custom design from Chanel."
"Hmm!"
Yu Lingqian nodded slightly and walked briskly toward the second floor.
"It really is him!"
Mu Anran silently wailed in her heart and frantically grabbed a menu to cover her face.
Her body also desperately shrank down until—
With a "thud," she fell to the floor.
This sound immediately drew the attention of Yu Lingqian and the waiter.
