Mu Qian blandly said "Mm," and then fell silent.
Ding Chenmo had always had a tense relationship with Mu Qian, and naturally didn't want to say much to him. He walked forward to stand beside Wen Jiaren and said in fluent English to the chef, "I'd like a medium-rare black pepper steak, thank you."
Then, he turned his head to look at Wen Jiaren's gentle profile and spoke like a gentleman, "Jiaren, long time no see."
Upon hearing someone call her name, Wen Jiaren raised her head and saw a handsome but unfamiliar face, "Who are you?"
She scrutinized the man before her. He had a stylish, short haircut and was tall, exuding an aura of uprightness and righteousness. He was a man with an impressive presence and strong masculinity. His features were well-defined, and his appearance combined with his demeanor could best be described as elegant and handsome.
Ding Chenmo flashed a cheerful smile, "Ding Chenmo, I'm your senior brother."
"Senior brother?"
