บท 97: Chapter 97: The Most Beautiful Morning_1

A successful, prestigious man like Yun Mo, who is globally recognized for his achievements, sitting in a place where average food costs just tens of yuan creates an unmistakable contrast.

Especially when the air all around was filled with the tempting aroma of hotpot, with tendrils of steam rising enticingly.

It simply wasn't his scene.

Nevertheless, he was completely self-composed, not showing a single sign of discomfort.

Qiao Xiaon'an, watching Ye Weiyi walk away, called out loudly, "Hey, Ye Weiyi! You promised to treat us! Are you not going to pay!?"

In the distance, Ye Weiyi had already vanished into the twilight lit street.

Qiao Xiaon'an, feeling lost, turned to look at Yun Mo. She dropped her gaze, pretending to eat her food, aimlessly poking at the bottom of her bowl with her chopsticks.

This, she hoped, would hide her unease.

Yes, she was angry. But still...

She wanted to patch things up with Yun Mutou. She was just looking for a way to back down gracefully.