An Xiaoyu also noticed the man sitting at the innermost table.
His features were striking, dressed in a silver-grey suit that was sharply tailored, enhancing his dignified demeanor like that of bamboo or pine.
When An Xiaoyu saw his face clearly, she was momentarily stunned.
This person... she seemed to have seen him somewhere before!
Suddenly, she remembered the scene when Chu Mucheng took her to the Qipan Mountain racetrack for car racing, and that innermost man, if not Yin Limo, then who could it be?
An Xiaoyu stared at Yin Limo, not expecting to encounter him at such an event!
Her impression of Yin Limo from the racetrack… was not exactly good!
Yin Limo had a cigarette in his hand, but he wasn't smoking. Seeing An Xiaoyu come in, he squinted his eyes and then directly extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray.
"Sorry, didn't know ladies were coming!"
Yin Limo was the first to speak.
"This is President Yin."
Bai Mingxuan hurriedly introduced.
