"Ayue, what are you looking at?" Quan Mingxuan returned his phone to him, raising his head to see him smiling with a knowing glance.
"Look there, who is that?" Han Yue pointed downstairs.
Quan Mingxuan followed his gaze, a familiar face catching his sight.
It was him!
Such a rare guest indeed.
What is he doing here?
"Axuan, do you think he came here to drown his sorrows in wine? After all, the young couple has already gotten their marriage certificates while he was left before it even started," Han Yue joked.
Quan Mingxuan smirked, "If you're curious, go ask him."
"No thanks, I don't want to spoil my mood," Han Yue said.
He has no common topic with Chu Yihen, and their characters have nothing in common.
"Your mood will be spoiled whether you like it or not," Quan Mingxuan said calmly, as a figure in white approached their side.
Han Yue, "What do you mean?"
Quan Mingxuan kept silent, using his eyes to direct Han Yue's attention.
