The third time, she remembered how she wanted to come to the Purple Dragon Mansion for a meal. However, at first, she was busy helping He Qimo start his business, so there was no time. When there was time, his social engagements increased, leaving no opportunity. Later, his status reached a certain level, and he no longer needed to entertain every night, but the women dining with him were varied.
With slightly reddish eyes, she put down her chopsticks, completely losing the mood to eat.
As she stared out the window in a daze, Feng Chengjin gripped his chopsticks tightly, his eyes growing even more somber.
The change finally caught Qi Shuya's attention, especially since his gaze seemed to frequently fall behind him.
Putting down her chopsticks, Qi Shuya curiously turned her head.
Unfortunately, next to the secluded booth, only a waiter was clearing the dishes.
No one knew whose meal it was, almost untouched with hardly five bites taken…
