"You... You're the one feeling guilty! I just don't want to waste everyone's time!"
Zhang Yun retorted, somewhat unnaturally.
Ji Wei was about to respond when she suddenly sensed something amiss. She abruptly raised her head to scan the surroundings.
At some point, the crowd that had previously surrounded them tightly began to retreat a few steps. The entire café had fallen into extreme silence; no one dared to make a sound.
Immediately afterward, a tall and slender figure appeared at the staircase.
The man exuded an oppressive aura that sent chills down one's spine. His familiar face remained excessively handsome.
A flicker of surprise flashed in Ji Wei's eyes.
With her back to the staircase, Zhang Yun mistook Ji Wei's silence for a triumphant advantage and continued to press on relentlessly, "Miss Ji, is that it now? Nothing to say? With so many people watching, hurry up and apologize. Don't even think about pulling some sort of trick!"
