Lu Feng occasionally spoke a few words with the waiters, but he never made a sound towards the lady playing the piano. Perhaps the pianist had always thought Mr. Lu Feng was mute. The little girl did not understand why Mr. Lu Feng did not take the initiative to take the relationship a step closer and develop it.
Unfortunately, Lu Feng did not answer the little girl this time. He just smiled at her. It was a wry smile. Then, he turned around and left. His tall figure crossed the road, got into the black car parked by the roadside, and finally disappeared in the darkness.
The waitress was at a loss. Looking at the beautiful business card in her hand, she said in a low voice, "I have a feeling that Mr. Lu Feng seems to be saying goodbye today."
"Alright, stop imagining things," The waiter tapped the young lady's head helplessly and said, "Perhaps Mr. Lu Feng will be here on time at five o'clock on the 15th of next month."
