As if a shameful act had been exposed, Ning Yan'er withdrew her gaze awkwardly, fiddling with her long, curly hair in an unnatural manner. Her gesture carried an indescribable charm, "I just thought Miss Song has become more beautiful after not seeing her for so long, I couldn't help but take a few extra glances."
Lu Jingchen's knife skills when cutting the steak were impressive, each piece uniformly sized, a treat for the eyes that involuntarily whetted the appetite.
Actually, she could also cut it in the same way, only she disliked the clinking of knives and forks. Biting into a piece of steak, she chewed carefully before lifting her eyes to Ning Yan'er across from her, still smiling, "No matter how beautiful I become, I will not be as pretty as Wanwan."
Ning Wan…
The familiar name surfaced in her mind, causing Ning Yan'er's carefully maintained composure to falter for a moment, her hand resting at her side clenched unconsciously.
