The worker turned around and looked at He Xinyan, "Yes, miss. What do you need?"
"You. . ." He Xinyan took a step forward to get a closer look, and her shock only increased. Was this a coincidence? However, they were too similar.
Gu Yechen looked up confusedly and crossed his arms together.
"What is your name?"
The worker knew that this guest was very important and rich, since they booked the entire restaurant, so he replied respectfully.
"Miss, my name is Ma Yuhao."
He Xinyan knit her eyebrows together and thought for a few seconds. She did not recognize that name.
"How old are you?"
"52, miss."
He Xinyan did some calculations and her frown deepened, "Do you have a wife. . . or girlfriend?"
Gu Yechen knit his eyebrows together and sat up straighter. Why was she asking him so many questions?
The man shook his head, "No, miss."
"What about a child? A daughter?"
