In the villa, the lights were bright and resplendent.
On the luxurious long dining table, there were all kinds of delicacies and red wine. Zhou Yu was sitting at the main seat with Wang Yanran beside him. Wang Qi, who was sitting opposite him, said with an attentive smile, “Young Master Zhou, back then, my father was your grandfather’s subordinate. We were like a family. Now, my sister Yanran has already fallen in love with Young Master Zhou. I wonder what Young Master Zhou thinks of my sister. Does he like her or not?”
Wang Yanran’s pretty little face turned red and she pouted. “Brother, don’t talk nonsense.”
As she said that, Wang Yanran looked at Zhou Yu with hope in her eyes.
Zhou Yu’s handsome and handsome face was expressionless. He only raised his straight eyebrows and looked at Wang Yanran. There was a hint of wickedness in his eyes. “Miss Yanran is so gentle and lovely. Of course, I... Like her very much.”