"Sister Xiao Li, I have something urgent to take care of, I'm leaving first!" Lu Yinfeng got up in a hurry, wanting to escape this place.
It's really tough luck to encounter Mo Qianyan just by trying to have a meal—truly the curse of eight generations.
Wu Xiaoli was somewhat surprised, quickly calling out, "Yinfeng!"
Her shout drew everyone's attention to their side.
Bai Zhilan's face turned pale, her mouth agape in astonishment, "Senior... you..."
Lu Yinfeng paid no attention to Bai Zhilan, her gaze fixated on Mo Qianyan.
The atmosphere grew delicate.
Mo Qianyan's expression was dark as he looked at Lu Yinfeng's awkward stiffness, a mischievous impulse rising within him.
"Little Auntie, what a coincidence to run into you here," Mo Qianyan said with a teasing smile.
Lu Yinfeng bit her teeth tightly, wishing she could punch Mo Qianyan in the face.
Wu Xiaoli recognized the handsome man in front of her as a member of the Mo Family.