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Seeing him so inconvenienced yet insisting on coming, Lu Yinfeng instantly forgave his lateness.
She approached him and greeted him amicably, "Mr. Xu, hello."
"Zhouzhou!" Xu Youguang waved his hand and his tone was light and tender.
Lu Yinfeng raised an eyebrow, a peculiar feeling rising in her heart.
It was the first time someone had used her pen name to her face, and it felt quite strange.
Xu Youguang was thirty, tall and thin, with curly hair, resembling a male actor from a Japanese idol drama.
Once they were seated, Lu Yinfeng passed the menu to Xu Youguang, "Mr. Xu, have a look and see what you'd like to eat. This restaurant is Michelin three-star, and the first page of the menu is all special dishes."
Lu Yinfeng pretended to be composed, speaking with practiced ease.
She had rehearsed this line countless times in her mind.
Xu Youguang smiled tenderly, his radiant gaze appreciating Lu Yinfeng's face.
Lu Yinfeng's face flushed, turning a charming shade of pink.