Ah Heng

"Alright, I'll pass it to Su Yue."

"Sure." Xuxu readily agreed without thinking. "Bye."

She ended the call and dialed Yan Rusheng's number. She followed the waiter up to the stairs to the second level and saw that the whole place was bustling with customers.

It was a lavish and extravagant restaurant. And as expected, all the customers were of wealthy or influential statuses.

The lighting was warm and dim with a rich brown carpet covering the floor. A traditional Jiangnan folk song played in the playground, completing the perfect ambiance.

When she got through Yan Rusheng's line, a familiar and soothing ballad entered her ears.

'It's a pity love isn't a few drops of tears, neither is it a few love letters….'

The caller ringback tone he had used had dumbfounded Xuxu for a while. She snapped out of her trance a brief moment later.