Nan Yu Hotel was holding an engagement banquet.
The invited guests arrived at the banquet hall one after another in the evening. They found their seating signs at the door.
"Yilan." Lin Jiao glanced at the seating sign and reminded Pei Yilan, who was sending a WeChat message, "Qu Wenhao is at the same table as us."
"Who?"
"Qu Wenhao."
Pei Yilan tried to search her memory, but time had erased most of it. "I don't remember what he looked like."
"He suits your taste anyway."
"Is he as handsome as Jiang Ye?"
"I don't remember." Lin Jiao could remember the name because she had helped him write a letter.
"The arrangement of the seats is really interesting." Pei Yilan stopped dwelling on the past. "Gu Quan and the others are also at table nine."
Lin Jiao replied calmly, "I expected that." She walked into the hall with Pei Yilan and found table nine.