Chương 892: The Real Mystery Caller (15)

She wanted to run, but there was nowhere she could run to.

Her only choice was to walk in, despite her reluctance.

While her heart was in her mouth, Sheng Yize was completely at ease. He even pulled her chair out for her politely when they got to their table.

A person's state of mind was all that mattered when it came to an unavoidable confrontation with one's adversary.

Li Fanxing had already lost.

The two of them were the only customers in the restaurant. Apparently, Sheng Yize had rented out the entire place for the day.

The muted lights shone warmly, the pianist was playing a beautiful piece, and there were fresh white and red roses on the table.

Everything looked so perfect.

However, despite the delicious food on the table, Li Fanxing didn't dare take off her mask. She stole a glance at Sheng Yize; he was cutting the steak unhurriedly, and looked as graceful as some noble gentleman out of a movie.