Conflict

A rustling voice spread within the building. The Gu Mengqi trio stared at Huang Ling, who was walking towards them before a trace of anxiousness flashed across their eyes. In fact, they even involuntarily clenched their hands. After which, they turned to look at Lin Dong. At the moment, the latter's head was lowered, while his fingers gently played with his winecup. His expression was as calm as an old well.

The three ladies, who were originally a little worried, felt the anxiety in their hearts quietly dissipate after witnessing Lin Dong's calm demeanour.

"Haha, Miss Mengqi, I wasn't expecting to bump into you here again. It seems like we are fated."