C1315 Naïve

Leh Beichen's expression was extremely cold.

He raised his hand and directly pushed away the noisy waiter. With a glance, he saw the 'acquaintance' sitting next to the window. He walked over with large strides and coldly threw out a sentence, "How is it?"

Little Qing turned her face away, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

Chen Ze thought he was asking about the bruises on his forehead