As he glanced at Qin Yiren's delicate face, Bo Jingxing gave a barely discernible smile and brought her to the most famous Guangfu Restaurant in Jianghai.
It was noon, and the three-story, vintage restaurant was bustling with people coming and going, with various diners arriving one after another.
Without a prior reservation, getting a private booth was clearly out of the question.
With a tinge of regret, Qin Yiren pursed her lips and, before getting out of the car, quietly adjusted her sunglasses and cap in the rearview mirror, hoping no one would recognize her.
Although she told herself not to care about online gossip, she couldn't completely ignore it.
So, on the way here,
Taking advantage of Bo Jingxing's focus on driving, Qin Yiren repeatedly stole glances at Bo Jingxing's expression, not seeing any emotion besides calmness on his handsome face, his demeanor aligned with an image of elegance.
