A gentle and elegant voice came, and smoothly took a seat at the adjacent table.
"Alright, please wait a moment!" The waiter quickly jotted down the dish names.
Zhou Qing casually pulled off a chicken drumstick and placed it on the Cyan Jade plate in front of the old hen.
It rolled its eyes, tilting its neck in a disdainful manner.
Zhou Qing was just about to tease it when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the side profile of the woman at the next table, and suddenly froze.
The woman looked about sixteen, with skin as smooth as snow, long black hair cascading like a waterfall, her eyebrows and eyes exuding the gentle serenity of a noble lady, yet she still retained the transcendent aura of a cultivator.
"It's her—" Zhou Qing couldn't help but be stunned.
Is the world really this small?
Could we really encounter each other like this?
Lu Yaoyao followed Zhou Qing's gaze and saw the woman pouring tea with lowered eyes.
