In the five-star restaurant, the soft candlelight reflected on the faces of the young men and women.
Yan Huan, wearing a cocktail dress, held a knife and fork, sweetly eating steak. The handsome man opposite seemed deep in thought, as if pondering something.
Yan Huan playfully asked, "Shi An, what are you thinking about? Aren't you eating?"
Mu Shian furrowed his brows, his tone carrying a hint of melancholy as he said, "Huanhuan, I'm thinking about Yan Le. What should we do if she keeps acting crazy like this?"
Yan Huan's expression subtly changed, a trace of resentment fleetingly disappeared, replaced by a concerned smile: "I'll find a good doctor for her and cure her."
Mu Shian looked at the woman in front of him and nodded gently.
