Zhao Muyun could have declined, but she didn't.
She picked up her coat, left the company, and headed straight for the coffee shop across the street.
At this time, the coffee shop was nearly empty. Before she even got close, she could see Ye Xi's figure through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.
It had been more than four years since they last met, and Ye Xi hadn't changed much, except her beauty had grown, and her aura had improved significantly.
When Zhao Muyun walked in, Ye Xi had just finished ordering coffee.
Upon looking up, she saw Zhao Muyun.
Ye Xi stood up, and as their eyes met, it seemed as though an invisible mountain stood between them.
Zhao Muyun felt like an executioner who had severed the blood ties between mother and child by her own hand, even if that hadn't been her intention.
When Zhao Muyun saw her, she slowed her steps, and Ye Xi curved her lips into a kindly smile.
Zhao Muyun quickly approached her, "It's been a long time, Miss Ye."
