In the private restaurant.
Wu Chengzu noticed the intense, cold, and scrutinizing gaze from the man sitting opposite Bai Yiran. It was definitely not a friendly look... He smiled, meeting the gaze with a deep and unreadable look in his own eyes.
"Mr. Wu, what a coincidence!" Bai Yiran didn't notice the spark of tension between the two men and stood up with a smile to greet Wu Chengzu.
Wu Chengzu turned his head and looked at Bai Yiran humbly and politely. "It seems we really are destined to meet."
Destined? Leng Yichen's eyes darkened slightly, clearly displeased with Wu Chengzu's comment.
With the corner of his eyes, Wu Chengzu caught Leng Yichen's expression, and continued smiling as he spoke to Bai Yiran, "It's very hard to get a reservation here. I booked a month ahead, and yet I still ran into you. Isn't that destiny?" He then glanced at a stern-faced Leng Yichen and asked Bai Yiran, "Who is this gentleman?"
