"Why hasn't he come yet?"
Meanwhile, in another restaurant's windowed room, Ji Feixue was looking out the window, clearly growing a bit impatient from waiting, knowing that sneaking out this time means the longer she stays out, the more likely she'll be discovered.
"Knock, knock, knock."
At this moment, the door to the private room was knocked.
"Come in."
Without turning her head, Ji Feixue muttered, "That bastard wouldn't have bailed, would he? If you dare to stand me up, hmph."
"Who did you have an appointment with?"
At this point, a deep voice came from the doorway, and Ji Feixue turned around to see the tall figure of Ji Wuyang walking in: "Brother, how did you know I was here?"
Ji Wuyang snorted: "I went to your room to find you, and Qinghe said you weren't feeling well, but I wanted to check on you. Qinghe tried to stop me, but that girl can't lie, so I naturally found out your whereabouts."
