No one spoke for at least five minutes. Lillie sipped on her champagne while Wei Fang continued to stare at her.
As for Ethan, he was glaring at the back of Wei Fang's skull. Their tables are a few meters away but close enough for him to see and hear their conversation.
Getting tired of the quiet and awkward atmosphere, Wei Fang initiated, "How are you, Thea—"
"Do not forget your formality, Mr. Wei." Lillie placed her glass down. "Also, don't stray away from the purpose of this meeting."
Wei Fang chuckled half-heartedly. "Is that so? I apologize, Miss Bai." He said. "I assumed that I can use this opportunity to have a proper conversation with again...like old times."
"Matters of the past no longer concern us." Indifference laced her voice. "Proceed."
"I see..." Sadness dripped from his voice, but the smile on his face did not falter.