They Let Our Guy Go

She slowed, looking surprised. "Why is she here?"

"Matriarch Lu, why did you stop?" Ji Xiao walked for a while before realizing that Old Madam Lu had stopped walking. He turned back and followed her gaze.

He also saw the girl playing with her cell phone in the hotpot restaurant.

Upon seeing Qiao Nian, he thought of how Ji Ziyin had almost been chased out of the Ji family and felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Frowning, he disdainfully said, "Didn't she get close to Elder Feng and become the First Research Institute's successor? Why did she come to such a place?"

From what he knew, those that matched their status were high-end clubhouses or cafeterias.

Such a down-to-earth hotpot restaurant.

Ji Xiao had never come to such a place.