Xu Qianli and Lan Qianrong glanced over and saw a man in his early thirties approaching to greet them.
Average build, square face, wearing black-rimmed glasses, his face full of smiles.
A few people accompanied him, looking quite formidable, almost like a leader.
Xu Qianli examined the newcomer, seemingly recalling something but couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
When Lan Qianrong saw the man, her beautiful face visibly showed a streak of annoyance. She snorted lightly and said coldly, "Fu Guotai, you really are like a bad penny, always popping up everywhere!"
The man named Fu Guotai adjusted his glasses habitually and said with a smile, "Yes, it's really a coincidence. We can bump into each other just anywhere. Doesn't this indicate that we are fated?"
Fated?
Lan Qianrong rolled her eyes unconsciously and scoffed disdainfully.
Ignored and unfazed, Fu Guotai continued with his solicitous behavior, praising Lan Qianrong's dress and complexion for the day.
