The private dining room was styled in Chinese decor, with luxurious rosewood furniture. On the round table, the dishes had just been served, looking exceedingly sumptuous.
In the spacious room, only two people were seated.
Sitting in the southeast corner, dressed in a neat suit and tie with a calm demeanor, was the He Family's Eldest Young Master, He Ziting.
Combining elegance and restraint, his suit was immaculate, his face clean, and his eyes deep.
Sitting next to him was the third young master of the He Family, He Yingdong.
He Yingdong wore a red trench coat, his dyed chestnut hair slicked back. On his young and mischievous handsome face was a hint of nonchalance.
Especially the cold silver earrings by his ear, intertwined with his fierce gaze, gave an uncomfortable feeling.
Li Jiaqi's gaze stayed on He Yingdong's face, her face turning paler by the inch. She hadn't expected to see He Yingdong here.
