She saw a familiar person.
Jiang Jinghan didn't quite understand, but she still found a quiet place to wait.
Her mother was becoming increasingly mysterious, impressively so. Even though she, as the daughter, had gone to college, it seemed she couldn't keep up with her mother's pace.
Was she too lazy?
No, because her mother was a hidden genius.
Qiann Yan pushed open the door and walked into the café, without attracting much attention from anyone. Even Xie Yanyu, who had once met her, couldn't recognize her.
She chose to sit at a seat with her back to Xie Yanyu, and after the waiter served the coffee, she quietly paid attention to the conversation behind her.
Indeed, what attracted her wasn't just Xie Yanyu, but also the man sitting with him. His appearance was somewhat similar to Xie Moohuai, especially his eyebrows and eyes. If there wasn't some familial connection, it would be impossible.
