After glancing around, Zhao Fan withdrew his gaze, certain that this woman dressed like someone from The Matrix wasn't sitting at the wrong table.
This outfit, completely airtight, was unique in the entire skewer restaurant.
Wearing a hat, a mask, and a bulky long down jacket could be understood.
But still.
Why wear sunglasses at night?
Like those sun-protection masks exposing only the eyes, making her look ghostly, Zhao Fan thought it was strange. So afraid of the sun, did she really have to go out?
"Bubble bubble—"
The hotpot was the only thing tirelessly bubbling.
No one paid him any attention.
Zhao Fan put down his chopsticks, with a grain of rice still stuck to the corner of his mouth. He raised his hand, slowly waving it in front of her eyes.
Could she be blind?
"Miss, who are you looking for?"
He maintained politeness and continued to inquire.
But it was like talking to the air.
Still, so silent.
Yet the surroundings were so noisy~
Zhao Fan was confused.
