There was no extravagant display, just the choice of a very stylish private dining restaurant. It seemed that Yan Shixiu was very considerate of the other's feelings and had no intention of showing off in front of his high school classmates.
When Shi Lan arrived at the restaurant, Yan Shixiu and the guest were already there.
There were no messy friends around, just the two of them.
The guest was dressed simply in a shirt and trousers, looking neat and clean, his black hair well-groomed and slick, accentuating his sharp features. It was hard to imagine that such a masculine man could be a writer, and even more surprising that he could do such meticulous work.
Moreover, although the man's current situation wasn't great, he didn't show any weakness in front of Yan Shixiu.
Upon seeing Shi Lan, the guest immediately stood up and extended his hand, "Hello, I'm Jian Yichen."
Shi Lan shook his hand lightly and said, "An Lan."
