Zhuo Yi glanced at the people around, tsk-tsk in admiration, "Especially the women, their eyes are almost glued on him."
Every time he made an appearance with this guy, he was just there to set off the other's radiance.
But Zhuo Yi wasn't discouraged because he had a naturally cute baby face, which couldn't even begin to compete with Si Ye.
Si Ye didn't pay attention to his words and walked straight toward Mrs. An.
The An Family was a well-known and prestigious clan in Z City, with marriages both political and commercial; they were both powerful and wealthy.
Therefore, he couldn't miss Mrs. An's birthday celebration.
"Hey, you're ignoring me again," Zhuo Yi mumbled in dismay as he happened to see Chen Zhi playing the piano in the distance.
Like spotting a piece of sensational news, he rushed to Si Ye, who was chatting with Mrs. An, "Ye, look who that is."
A person who followed Zhuo Yi's gaze was An Yichen.
