After noon, the sun tilted westward.
This Western restaurant boasted a dark-toned ambiance, and when the sunlight wasn't too strong, the private room appeared a bit dim.
With the lights on, the faint warm yellow light wrapped in a linen lampshade was still not very bright, making each other's faces look as if covered by a layer of mist, expressions unclear.
Fu Jichen felt the urge to smoke creep up, and he shook out a cigarette from the pack. To avoid triggering the smoke alarm, he had to stifle the urge, holding the cigarette filter with his fingers, turning it around with a low voice: "Is it because of what the second young lady of the Xu Family said? I told you, I won't marry her sister."
Shen Jianian laughed softly, shook her head, and said, "No."
The matter of whom he would marry in the future was not something she could influence; after all, that person would never be her.
