"Yun Yi will handle it."
Su Yunling's tone was casual and refined, and after speaking, he lifted the teacup to his lips and took a gentle sip.
Yun Miao listened to Su Yunling's words, but chose silence.
Let Miss Yun Yi handle it?
Thinking of Miss Yun Yi's torturous means, Yun Miao shivered silently.
**
When Gu Zhiqi pushed open the door to the private room, she felt a faint chill in the air.
But soon, that chill disappeared, as if it was just a figment of her imagination.
Hearing the sound at the door, Su Yunling glanced up and, upon seeing Gu Zhiqi, the chill in his eyes instantly faded, leaving only warmth in his deep peach blossom gaze.
He raised his hand and gently waved at Gu Zhiqi, "The dishes haven't arrived yet, have a seat first."
Gu Zhiqi stepped over and sat down beside Su Yunling.
Su Yunling handed the tablet with the menu to her, saying: "I ordered a few dishes for you, see if there's anything else you want to add."
