Fu Jichen seemed not to notice Yin Shuyao, arranging the buttons of his suit as he passed her, entering the private room and seating himself elegantly and distantly, perfectly embodying the demeanor of someone in a position of power.
Ever since Fu Jichen appeared here, Yin Shuyao had lost her composure; it didn't align with her expectations at all. She didn't know where to place her hands and feet, and her mind seemed unable to function.
She stood at the entrance of the private room like a wooden stump.
It wasn't until the waiter came with the menu and spoke that her senses were called back: "Hello, Miss, would you like to order now?"
Yin Shuyao bit her lip, not daring to turn around to look at Fu Jichen, her fingers going from cold to slightly trembling.
"Give it to me." Fu Jichen gestured to the waiter, uttering his first words since arriving here with a tone as calm as ice, betraying no emotion.
