The champagne in her hand was casually placed on the waiter's tray. She lifted the too-long hem of her gown with both hands and was about to leave.
"Miss Lin."
A deep, magnetic male voice rang out behind her.
She paused in her steps, turned back with a stiff expression, "Young Master Mu, what a coincidence."
She tried hard to ignore the man beside Mu Jingxi. A slight smile appeared on Mu Jingxi's thin lips, "I was just talking to President Lu about Miss Lin, and I didn't expect to see you. It must be fate."
Lu Yin understood that Mu Jingxi was here to stir up trouble!
What fate? It was clearly a scene orchestrated by him!
If he hadn't mentioned it, Lu Yin might not have known that Lin Qinqin was here tonight.
If he had known earlier... he might have avoided the awkwardness and refused to attend the banquet tonight.
