An An had to admit that someone looked really handsome in military uniform, extraordinarily charismatic.
A tall and upright figure, bronze skin, with distinct and profound facial features.
She glanced over, then immediately lowered her head, turning her gaze elsewhere.
Last night, they had already made things clear between them.
No matter how upset she was at the moment, she didn't want to show it.
After all is said and done, Lu Mingfei wasn't really at fault; when meeting again, there's no need to act as if they were enemies.
Between them, they were just ordinary strangers.
As Lu Mingfei entered, he saw the petite woman sitting on the sofa.
She merely glanced at him and then calmly continued drinking tea.
It seems that last night's incident hadn't upset her too much.
This is for the best; hopefully she can forget him soon.
Chen Ziling walked over, "Uncle Feng, Mingfei, you're here, we can eat in a bit."
