It wasn't until a while later, when she heard them mentioning Yan Yan's name in their WeChat voice messages, with those lovestruck expressions and tones, that she finally remembered—back when she used to come here, there would often be girls waiting downstairs too. They were all little starlets, models, or rich second‑gen ladies with some family money, all looking for a chance to get close to Yan Yan.
Thinking of that, Luo Luo's mood instantly soured, and she couldn't help letting out a cold snort,
deciding that once she finished eating, she'd go up and tell the beautiful woman to kick them all out.
She was very petty about this kind of thing.
But maybe it had just been too long since she'd come by—turns out the receptionist on duty today was new, someone she didn't know.
The food did get delivered to her, but since the receptionist had no idea what her relationship with Yan Yan was, she still followed protocol and asked, "Miss, may I ask who you're here to see?"
