From their vantage point, they had a perfect view of Song Yan's profile.
Her slightly curled long black hair, a figure dressed in an ink-colored spaghetti strap gown, her custom Jimmy Choo sparkling under the light.
Not far off, they could even hear her pleasant voice.
Lu Xian opened the conversation playfully, "A beauty drowning her sorrows in a bar late at night, how do you see it, young master Wei?"
Wei Shiran stared intently at Song Yan for a long time.
It was only after Lu Xian urged him repeatedly that he came back to reality.
"What, did she capture your soul with just one glance?" Lu Xian teased.
The woman over there was indeed beautiful beyond words, each gesture and expression continually tugging at others' hearts.
In Wei Shiran's eyes, however, there wasn't a hint of frivolity, as if he was lost in thought.
It wasn't until he came back and saw Gu Chenxiao that he seemed to suddenly remember something, speaking urgently, "Chenxiao, where's your phone?"
Gu Chenxiao raised his eyes and lazily gave him a look, querying with his gaze: What's up.
"Quick, quick, give me your phone!" Wei Shiran urged impatiently.
Gu Chenxiao didn't move.
With no other choice, Wei Shiran had to make up an excuse on the spot, "My phone's gone! Use yours to call mine quickly, see where it's got to!"
Upon hearing this, Lu Xian, very proactive, passed his phone over, "Here, use mine."
He was still puzzled.
Lending a phone, and Wei Shiran's first thought was to ask Gu Chenxiao?
How strange.
Although Gu Chenxiao didn't have a germ phobia, he never liked others touching his stuff.
Wei Shiran: "..."
His gaze softly fixed on Lu Xian as if to say: I'm really grateful!
Lu Xian was completely confused.
Gu Chenxiao's reaction obviously showed he didn't want to lend his phone, and here he was helping him out, so why the attitude?
It's not easy being the good guy...
Feeling somewhat deflated, Wei Shiran sat down with a sigh and took a sip from his glass.
After a thought, he suddenly raised his voice deliberately, speaking to Lu Xian, "Xianxian, that actress just now, the very pretty one, what did you say her name was?"
Lu Xian sat down, "You mean Song Yan? Wei Shiran, don't forget you're about to get married. Are you seriously getting hung up on her?"
Upon hearing this name, Gu Chenxiao's figure tensed almost imperceptibly.
He picked up his glass without a sound, took a sip, then set it down again, and casually raised his eyes, glancing distantly toward the far-off space with an indifferent gaze.
Wei Shiran said, "I'm only about to get married, not married yet. I don't even know if she's still at the bar. Should I go ask for her contact?"
Lu Xian gave him a look of disdain.
Listen to that.
The classic words of a playboy.
The betrothed on the other side is truly to be pitied.
Wei Shiran went on, "Such a beauty, and in a place like this, she must have many admirers. I can't delay, what if I move too slowly and miss out?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Gu Chenxiao suddenly stood up.
Wei Shiran and Lu Xian turned their heads in unison to watch him.
Without a word, he simply walked away.
Lu Xian didn't overthink it and glanced at Wei Shiran, saying, "You've talked so much even he can't stand it."
That was typical of Gu Chenxiao; he had long gotten used to it.
But Wei Shiran had a completely different reaction; he watched the direction Gu Chenxiao had gone, his face breaking into a cryptic smile, "Quick, follow him!"
Lu Xian puzzled, "Why?"
"There's a show to watch!"