Night quietly descended, and the Rolls-Royce steadily stopped at a high-end restaurant.
The dim yellow light cast a shadow on Fu Yinli's profile, his outline like a relief sculpture, towering and handsome, exuding a hint of coldness.
Little Li followed in his footsteps into this building with a Beijing charm, but just as they crossed the threshold, the figure in front suddenly stopped.
Following his gaze, Su Lingzhi's figure came into view.
She was wearing a spaghetti strap dress with lotus leaf edges in a lotus pink color, with curly hair draped over her left shoulder, her brows and eyes delicate and clear, her skin fair and smooth like a doll, sitting quietly on the soft stool.
"President Fu, Miss Su is over there."
No matter if he had noticed Su Lingzhi or not, it was good to remind him anyway.
However, Fu Yinli didn't linger, he simply withdrew his gaze and stepped onto the stairs to the second floor.
