Seeing Xin Lin, a flash of joy appeared in Murong Ziyue's eyes.
But upon seeing those local ruffians, her gaze turned cold.
"It's you again. Go back and tell your bosses behind the scenes that Chu's Restaurant will definitely participate in the election for the Spirit Cuisine Master's President. Scram!"
Murong Ziyue stood there, scaring those local ruffians greatly.
They had witnessed Murong Ziyue's might and had deliberately chosen a time when Ma Jingtian was absent and Murong Ziyue was still at school to cause trouble today.
Who knew, Murong Ziyue came early.
They scurried away hurriedly.
"Xin Lin, you're finally back. I was so worried."
Murong Ziyue held Xin Lin, her eyes full of joy.
After separating at Fengdong, Murong Ziyue deeply regretted it.
She wished she had gone to Fuzhou with Xin Lin.
Afterwards, with the upheaval in Fuzhou, Murong Ziyue was even more restless.
If it hadn't been for the recent unrest at Chu's Restaurant, she would have gone to Fuzhou already.
