Qiao Zhiyi finished reading the message, then looked at the man. He had never taken out his phone, so the WeChat message could not have been sent by him.
This also meant that this person was not Shi Jingzhou.
"It's not him." Qiao Zhiyi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
She was scared, but she wasn't even sure what she was scared of.
If she hadn't seen Qin Mengsha here, perhaps she wouldn't be as nervous as she was now.
She always minded Qin Mengsha.
Ye Xi also breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness it's not. If it were, I'd want to take a knife to him already."
The manager led the two of them into the private room, serving all the signature dishes, and also brought some red wine that had long been stored there by Zhong Yuqian.
"Miss Ye, Miss Qiao, please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, just press this button," the manager personally attended to them, ready to leave.