Meanwhile,
in the same restaurant, not far from Wen Yi's table, a young couple was seated in a private booth.
Halfway through their lunch, Wen Yi gently wiped the corner of her lips with a napkin and said indifferently to the man across from her,
"Cheng Feng, you eat first, I'm going to the ladies' room."
Xiao Chenfeng was a gentle and elegant man, polite and sincere, treating even his own wife with the utmost respect.
He nodded at Wen Yi with great respect, "Hmm, go ahead, I'll wait for you."
Wen Yi took her purse and stood up to go to the restroom.
When she came out, she washed her hands at the sink and, as she did so, saw through the mirror that a man was standing behind her.
And it was a man.
A man with a tall stature, whose ruffian air was akin to that of the mafia.
Her body stiffened, remaining still for what seemed like an eternity.
Her complexion turned a ghastly pale in an instant.