"Well, very well. Thank you for your concern." Ao Xue answered cautiously and took a glance at Fu Fengyi, who had known Yan Mingyao's existence long before she returned to Dongjiang City. Now she pretended to know nothing about it. She did not know whether she had forgotten it or cared about it.

She thought, her elbow accidentally knocked over the red wine on the table, she scrambled to collect the table, a piece of paper was handed over, Ao Xue was stunned, took it, "Thank you."

Yan Mingyao handed her napkins and prepared to return to her seat. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to ask her how...