Mu Lezhu shook her head, smiled at him, and glanced at his large hand holding her arm. Her eyes softened with a hint of gentleness: "It's nothing. How long do you plan to hold on? Isn't it bad to block someone's way at the door?"
Lu Jingang lowered his gaze and realized he had been holding her wrist all along. He paused for a moment before gently releasing her hand, then reverted to his usual cold and aloof demeanor.
Mu Lezhu looked at his serious expression and couldn't help but chuckle softly, turning to walk inside. After a server approached, she mentioned Qi Mingyao's name, and the server understood and led them to a seat at the far end of the restaurant.
As they walked over one after the other, Qi Mingyao was already sitting there sipping tea. Upon seeing her, he put down his teacup and waved to her: "Lezhu..." But when Lu Jingang walked up behind her, Qi Mingyao's beautiful peach-blossom eyes widened in shock and surprise.
