The next evening.
Qiao Yaning returned in a flurry.
"Shu Shu, go downstairs and have a look. Stay calm no matter what!"
"What's wrong? Did you see someone familiar..." Shu Shu asked expectantly, with some thoughts in her mind.
Ah... could it be that Yun Sang has come to find her?
"Just come with me, I'll tell you in the elevator."
Downstairs.
In the romantic and exquisite hotel garden, the gentle golden glow of the evening fell down, candlelight flickered, the atmosphere was perfect.
The meticulously arranged scene was clearly meant for a confession or a proposal.
Passersby couldn't help but stop, thinking that a fairytale-like love story would definitely unfold soon.
Over here, the hotel's service staff said a few cheerful words to Song Zheng with smiles and then withdrew.
