They could only blame their good brother Lan Mu.
…
Wen Jing took a walk around the club that morning, just in time for the rush hour, and the short distance took her over an hour to travel.
The restaurant was already preparing for lunch.
She was at the cash register, getting a sense of the general situation in the store over the past few days from the cashier.
With her back to the entrance.
Suddenly, a familiar female voice came from behind.
"I want the biggest private room you have."
That voice… Zhou Feifei?
She turned her head for a look, and the girl was dressed in black wide-leg pants with stripes on the side and a loose white sweatshirt, with long, wavy hair, looking trendy and avant-garde.
What was most eye-catching, however, was the Hermes bag she was carrying.
Her eyes and brows looked so much like Zhou Sicheng.
The waitress replied to Zhou Feifei with an apologetic face, "Sorry, all the large private rooms have been booked today."