Sheng Jiaoyang wore black-rimmed glasses and a pink scarf with half her face buried under it. She quietly walked into the cafe in a low-profile manner and looked around. When she saw George, she quickly walked over.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, George immediately turned around. When he saw that she wasn’t the person he wasn’t waiting for, he turned back and stared out the window. However, Sheng Jiaoyang directly sat down opposite him.

George frowned and coldly said in English, "Excuse me, you seem to be sitting on the wrong seat."

"Nope, I’m the one who invited you here." Sheng Jiaoyang took off her scarf.

"You invited me?" George looked at her. "It's you!"

"Yes, it's me and here I thought that you didn't remember me."

"I have nothing to say to you." George stood up to leave.

Sheng Jiaoyang wasn’t in a hurry. She leisurely smirked and asked, "Oh, really? I just had a long talk with Lina last night. Aren’t you curious about what she said to me?"

George, who’d walked a few steps away, suddenly stopped in his tracks. He then silently turned around and sat down, scrutinising Sheng Jiaoyang with a cold look in his eyes.

Sheng...