Seeing the girl in the white down jacket and woolen hat walk in, Ning Zitong called out softly, her palm nervously gripping Mu Jingheng's hand.
Mu Jingheng also lifted his eyes, the clarity and wisdom in them reflecting that white figure.
The girl was tall and slender, and even in a down jacket, it was clear her figure was graceful.
Is this really Yuan?
No.
No, it isn't.
Mu Jingheng denied it in his heart.
The girl walked in from the doorway, then took off her white woolen hat and handed her outerwear to the waiter, before turning around.
It was a clean and delicate face, with regular features.
Ning Zitong's heart began to beat faster, holding Mu Jingheng's hand tighter and tighter.
Mu Jingheng looked at that face with little feeling.
However, those big, round cat-like eyes in his vision indeed made him slightly distracted.
The girl glanced around the surroundings, finally fixing her gaze on the Mu couple.
