"Wow, Little Tang, you really should have become a detective."
Tang Yanqi smiled; this was just the observational skills she had honed over many years with the Tang Family, observing everyone's eyes, observing everyone's micro-expressions, observing everyone's actions, just so she could survive in that household.
At five-thirty, the door of the Western restaurant was pushed open, a bell hanging at the entrance chimed with a "ding," and Tang Yanqi came out from behind the bar, bowing respectfully, "Hello, welcome..."
The word "welcome" got stuck in her throat after she saw who had entered.
The usually composed Tang Yanqi found her smile frozen.
Sheng Jianan?
Why was he here?
The reason Tang Yanqi chose a small Western restaurant like this was, firstly, because she liked it, and secondly, such restaurants were places where people like the Tang Family would never go—not luxurious enough.
