Yao Zibao was pushed by him, almost falling out, immediately retracting his foot, ready to scold him.
At this moment, a waiter came over, possibly because their actions were peculiar and felt strange, he came over to ask: "Would you two like to sit at this table?"
"Yes!" Lu Huan deliberately raised his voice.
In his heart, Yao Zibao cursed him a storm, hurriedly turning away. Then he saw Lin Jiajing at the front desk had heard the noise and turned her head towards them. Lu Huan's appearance hadn't really changed, and Lin Jiajing recognized him at a glance.
Lu family's youngest son had never liked her, Lin Jiajing was very clear about this, but unexpectedly, at this moment, Lu Huan, with one hand in his pocket and the other ruffling his hair, was smiling at her with dimples, as if he was greeting her.
Lin Jiajing was suspicious.
