Young Master Tang Proposing (1)
Editor: Noodletown Translations
Lu Yan decided to get rid of all the bastards in the hotpot restaurant if they dared to lie to her.
She was ready to commit acts of violence when a familiar voice came.
"Lu Yan, you are enjoying yourself back in China, huh?"
"Psycho Qiao?" Lu Yan was nonplussed.
She turned around and saw the manager of the hotpot restaurant was holding a cellphone in his shaking fingers.
On the screen of the cellphone was a silver-haired man lounging on a Russian-style chair; dressed in a deep blue military uniform, he looked like a demon.
"You, you, you…" Lu Yan couldn't get the words out.
The damned guy didn't return her messages or answer her calls. She thought they were in a cold war, but now he suddenly appeared in a hotpot restaurant.
"You're an untrustworthy woman."
"Here you go again…" Lu Yan was embarrassed.