Song Yiheng was nearly dizzy from being spun around by them. Is it important or not?
With one hand propped on his forehead, Song Yiheng looked at his cousin, "Brother, what exactly is the important thing?"
The serene cafe had gentle piano music echoing around.
The sunlight just streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, perfectly casting a subtle glow over Song Yunchi, enveloping him in a halo.
At that moment, Lu Meng was surprisingly struck by how handsome he seemed!
What was happening?
Tearing her eyes away just in time, she told herself in her heart, hypnotizing herself, no no no, Lu Mengmeng, you must be seeing things.
It must be your illusion.
The truly handsome and young guy is sitting right opposite you.
Meanwhile, the one beside you is an old fox, a lousy rascal!
Lu Meng rested her chin in her hand, avoiding looking at Song Yunchi, and gently smiled at Song Yiheng, "What else could be important? Isn't it just about..."
