Duan Xiuqi wore an expression of fatigue as he lifted his legs and entered the hall. His steps abruptly halted, his eyes fixating on the girl sitting on the sofa, her smile brimming with mirth.
It was as if, in that moment, all the weariness in his body vanished like smoke. He stood there stiffly, appearing somewhat at a loss, just like himself twenty years ago.
Xue Qiu perched on Bai Chuwei's shoulder, puffing up and shrieking at Duan Xiuqi with all its might.
Duan Xiuqi touched his face and walked to Bai Chuwei with difficulty, asking with some uncertainty, "Did you... come especially to see me?"
Who in the entertainment industry had ever seen the confident demeanor of the Movie Emperor Duan crumble?
Bai Chuwei's reply was quite frank, "Not especially, you could say it was on the way."
She was brought by Duan Feihan and just took the opportunity to look for Duan Xiuqi, as she didn't want to come a second time.
