Cheng Yanzhi glanced at this heartless woman who hadn't called him after leaving in the morning, and the first thing she did when she returned was not to see him.
He huffed, "I thought you had forgotten about me already!"
"..." Xia Yunsheng didn't expect him to suddenly come up with such a remark.
Please, considering such a tense atmosphere, does he really have the mood for flirting?
Cheng Yanzhi sat down, held Xia Yunsheng's hand and guided her to sit next to him.
"Qinghan, you sit too." Xia Yunsheng waved at Qinghan.
Leng Qinghan sat down.
Seeing that she couldn't forget Leng Qinghan, Cheng Yanzhi couldn't help but squeeze the back of her hand.
The old man looked at Cheng Yanzhi's composed demeanor and had to admit that Cheng Yanzhi was increasingly resembling him.
Regardless of what happened, he was always calm, making it impossible for people to figure him out.
