Ye Jinwen wasn't sure if he was being overly sensitive.
He greatly guarded these little details.
Ya Ling was right; when they were walking inside, the audience was indeed walking out.
Ye Jinwen paused, "..."
Ya Ling's red lips curved slightly, "Look at you, you can't even catch up with hot shit."
Ye Jinwen: "..."
He was grounded today. It was thanks to his Seventh Brother who gallantly came to his rescue and called his family, allowing him to make it here.
Thankfully he did; otherwise, he would have regretted it to death.
Ye Jinwen was extremely grateful for his decision this time. Seeing a group of audience members leave, he hurriedly ushered Ya Ling aside to clear a path for the departing crowd.
Before long, they saw the most prominent man in the crowd.
"Seventh Brother!"
Even from a distance, Ye Jinwen excitedly waved at Xiao Qimo, and while greeting, he didn't forget Ya Ling, "Xi Xi, you remember Xiao Qimo, right? The Master Mo from the Xiao Family!"
