The owner said with a smile, "Indeed, your husband looks like one of those elite members of society, a precious golden boy. I bet he patronizes our little shop just to accommodate you. Every time I see him come in, I'm afraid the greasy smoke in our place will stain his expensive-looking suit. But thankfully, he's amicable and doesn't look down on our small shop. He even praises my beef noodles as the most authentic."
At that moment, the owner wore a look of pride.
Xia Yangyang's expression, however, changed involuntarily.
Lu Haotian smiled at the owner, "I also don't eat spicy, thank you."
Although Lu Haotian was smiling, his aura was slightly cold.
Even the warm owner felt as if the temperature around them had dropped a bit.
The owner quickly said: "Please take your time to enjoy your meal."
The owner left, and Xia Yangyang was still somewhat in a daze.
Why is it that when she had decided to let go, traces of that man still intermittently surfaced in her life?
