200, this girl, very delicious.

The moment Song Qinghuan noticed Shi Yuhuan and lowered her head, Shi Yuhuan caught sight of her as well, along with Zhan Cheng next to Song Qinghuan.

But he stayed calm, keeping his expression cool and detached, as he walked to the reserved table with Li Chengyun.

The two tables were separated by three others, neither close nor far apart.

He kept ignoring Song Qinghuan's presence, but his gaze constantly flicked towards her. When his eyes caught Zhan Cheng's hand gripping Song Qinghuan's, he could no longer ignore them.

Shi Yuhuan threw a warning glance at Song Qinghuan.

However, Song Qinghuan's gaze was fixed on Zhan Cheng, seemingly oblivious to his presence.

But he knew she was pretending.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly found the lights in the restaurant too bright, glaringly so, stabbing pain in his eyebrows and between his eyes.

He lowered his gaze, rubbing his temples involuntarily, looking as if he were nursing a headache.