Mo Nanze had three drinks, his face tinted with a layer of pink.
His posture was relaxed, eyes half-closed, mouth graced with a faint smile.
Yan Sijia leaned into Lu Yinfeng's ear more than once and whispered, "Wow, he's so handsome! You've got to hold on to a guy like this!"
Lu Yinfeng looked at Mo Nanze and had to admit, his looks were simply flawless, beyond reproach.
But...
Lu Yinfeng also leaned into Yan Sijia's ear and said, "I don't think we're right for each other."
One was a high-society lawyer, an elite from a thriving wealthy family, the other a clear yet foolish ordinary woman.
Lu Yinfeng was very much aware of her own limitations; she couldn't even handle Mo Qianyan, let alone Mo Nanze, who was far more formidable than Qianyan.
She gave a wry smile, and Yan Sijia instantly understood.
Having been friends with Lu Yinfeng for over a decade, she knew her inside out.