"Yoyo, you little devil!"
Song Yaoyao shrugged and did not comment.
This private restaurant was very authentic. Huo Yunque had brought her here a few times, and the owner of the restaurant remembered her. Every time she came, he would give her the best seat.
At this moment, she was sitting cross-legged in front of a low table. Outside the carved wooden window was a beautiful scene.
The fiery clouds were rolling in like a flowing fog. The tangerine-pink sunset was beautiful and magnificent, sprinkling on the trees that had just sprouted outside the window, the patches of emerald green exuding vitality.
She held her chin and hummed a little tune.
She was calm and composed.
Alice did not forget her purpose. She knew that Song Yaoyao definitely wanted to benefit from her. She had thought it through before coming. At the very least, they both had something to ask of each other, so there was naturally room for negotiation.
