Speaking of which, a million-dollar Patek Philippe appeared in Tang Xi's sight.
The man's slender fingers threw the wristwatch onto the table, making a crisp yet dull sound.
At that moment, upon hearing the sound, Tang Xi was momentarily stunned. And when she looked up to see who it was, she was completely taken aback. Slowly rising to her feet, disbelief etched across her face, her lips trembled lightly.
"Xu... Xu Yiran."
The man in front faced her, with a handsome visage and elegant demeanor, dressed in a smoky gray casual suit.
And this familiar face was none other than the long-lost Xu Yiran.
Seeing Xu Yiran, who obviously held an extraordinary status, the young master did not want to cause a scene at Shang Qianshan's venue, so he sullenly walked away.
He did not forget to give Tang Xi a glance before leaving.
