Mu Ming saw Musheng arriving and immediately stood up, pulling out the chair in front of Musheng with a polite gesture, exuding gentlemanly grace. Even though his face was cold and detached, it was enough to make many ladies' hearts pound.
Musheng nodded and sat down, and then Mu Ming returned to the seat across from Musheng.
"It's been a long time."
Having arranged the meeting with Musheng, he was the first to speak, slightly breaking the ice in the stiffer atmosphere between them.
"Indeed, it has been a long time."
Musheng's voice was indifferent, betraying no particular emotion.
At her words, the corners of Mu Ming's lips seemed to curl slightly, and then he signaled the waiter. After they placed their orders, Mu Ming spoke again, "Congratulations on your affair with Nicholas."
His words were eloquent and beautiful, betraying the romanticism inherent to the French in the way he articulated them—if only his expression hadn't been so bitterly cold.
