Seeing the youth invited by Han Chenxing, with three parts dandy, three parts rogue, three parts arrogance, and a subtle hint of banditry, steal away all the attention in an instant, Jia Manyun felt very pleased even though the focus was no longer on herself.
However, as it turned out, one should not be too quick to rejoice.
Jia Manyun had celebrated too soon.
After a casual greeting, the youth in black looked straight over, his slightly rosy lips curving slightly upward, that rebellious and handsome face came to life in an instant, "Ming Xiaoge, don't recognize me anymore? You don't even say hi."
All eyes then fell upon Ming Ge.
Ming Xiaoge.
That address was... rather affectionate!
Chu Mufeng stroked his chin.
His gaze quickly shifted to Ming Ge, then to Huo Xiao.
And then...
Chu Mufeng, based on his years of experience, came to a grand conclusion:
Hmm, there's something going on between these two!
At the very least, the way Huo Xiao looked at Ming Ge was extraordinary.
