Bo Xuan had been staring intently at Chi Xiaoyu, but suddenly, a woman came up behind him and covered his eyes.
"Heehee, Third Brother, I caught you! Guess who I am?"
His vision was completely obscured. "I'm sorry, but please take your hands off, you've mistaken me for someone else."
The hands let go.
A young woman appeared in his view, wearing a high-collar lace evening dress, her features carrying a hint of arrogance.
After staring at him for several minutes, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "I'm so sorry, it turns out you are not Third Brother! My apologies! My name is Gong... May I ask for your honored surname, sir?"
By the time Bo Xuan looked up again, the figure of Chi Xiaoyu had disappeared into the crowd.
"I'm sorry, Miss Gong, I need to leave for a moment!"
He quickly left the girl behind and hurriedly searched for Chi Xiaoyu's figure among the crowd.
Soon, he also heard the sound of a wine glass shattering, but the crowd was too packed in front of him.
