But now, Qin Yu didn't pull his arm away, because there was no longer any need to consider Su Ziyan's feelings—perhaps in her heart, she couldn't wait for him to be with another woman, right?
Zhang Ping smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, we were just talking about how outstanding you are. Who is the lucky woman who will get you?"
"Lucky? Haha... I'm afraid the woman who gets me won't feel lucky at all. Instead, she'll feel she's incredibly unlucky."
Qin Yu laughed at himself, thinking about how his Mo Anqi died for his sake, and how his Su Ziyan was so frustrated she couldn't stand it.
"Mr. Qin, you really have a sense of humor. I heard you just went to the Luo Zhu Grand Hotel with President Su. Did you go to the rooftop Luo Zhu Western Restaurant?" Zhao Lingling's eyes were shining.
"No, just the tea restaurant on the third floor," Qin Yu shook his head.
