He was curious about who could make Wen Lan reject him so firmly. He wanted to see what was so special about this person.
Wen Lan didn't notice Lin Hao following her. She arrived at the restaurant at the appointed time.
She pushed open the door to the private room and saw a young man already seated inside.
The man was dressed in a black martial arts uniform. His face was plain—the kind of face that would be hard to find again once lost in a crowd.
He sat there quietly, sipping his tea. His every move exuded a sense of calm and composure.
"Miss Wen, you're here." Fang Yue saw Wen Lan come in and quickly rose to greet her.
His voice was peaceful and clear, conveying a sense of warmth and sincerity.
Wen Lan gave a slight nod in response. She walked over to the seat opposite Fang Yue and sat down, sighing to herself.
'A person like him isn't bad at all,' she thought. 'It's a pity about his background.'
