Upon hearing that voice, Qin Lan's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, and then she lifted her head to look over, a flicker of disgust crossing her face.
At that moment, the voice rang out again, this time filled with a mocking and teasing tone, "Qin Lan, it really is you. I thought I'd mistaken someone else!"
Ye Xuan was gnawing on a chicken bone, his curiosity prompting him to glance over.
At the neighboring dining table, a man and a woman stood up and walked toward them, seemingly having just finished their late-night meal.
The speaker was a handsome man in a suit, who was at that moment clasping the hand of a gaudily dressed woman with heavy makeup, sneering as he looked over Qin Lan and Ye Xuan at the table.
"Qin Lan, what kind of taste is this? Dining with such a destitute jerk!"
After glancing at Ye Xuan's attire, the suited man's face was filled with intense disdain and mockery.
"Sun Zetao, please leave. It's none of your business who I dine with."