"Ouyang Yan?"
Calling out in a deep voice, Chi Jingxuan felt a brief moment of stupefaction, followed by an inexplicable complexity in his heart.
A few steps away, a young man in a black over-the-knee coat, pushing a suitcase, gazed at Qin Yuji with a face full of surprise and delight.
The man was probably about twenty-five or twenty-six, handsome in appearance, with an extraordinary demeanor.
In contrast to Chi Jingxuan's chilliness, Ouyang Yan exuded a gentle warmth, giving off the impression of being refined and courteous, like a gentleman, at first glance.
Passersby couldn't help but glance back and forth between Chi Jingxuan and Ouyang Yan, their alternating gazes filled with admiration, making it clear what a remarkable person he was.
Upon hearing Chi Jingxuan's call, Ouyang Yan then noticed Chi Jingxuan standing next to Qin Yuji, and he too paused in surprise.
"Rainy, you and Young Master Chi..."
