Winnie’s words meant that she just happened to bump into me.
My heart was half cold. Isn’t it a coincidence that the two of us meet in an unremarkable Chinese restaurant at night?
Could it be as what people often say, when it is destined, two meet regardless of being thousands of miles away; when it is not destined, two won’t know each other even though sitting together?
But I preferred to believe that Winnie came here on purpose.
Still, I don’t seem to have much to worry about if Winnie only kills the bad guys and the damned ones.
After all, I haven’t done anything terrifying or unforgivable.
I quickly stood up, pretended to be happy and calm, and said, “Do you like Chinese food, too?”
Seeing that the two of us know each other, Wang smiled and said, “What would you like to eat, mad
