Chi Yao was genuinely afraid that the two men would start fighting.
As respectable figures, it wouldn't look good if they fought.
But Chi Yao worried too much.
Lu Beiyuan and Fu Yanzhou now both knew that, in front of Su Nanxing, they had to pretend to be generous and tolerant.
Fight?
Should they let their already precarious impression drop to zero?
Neither of them was that foolish.
Having gone through a confrontation last time, this time the two men didn't even bother to argue verbally.
"Xingxing," Fu Yanzhou smiled at Su Nanxing, "you said you had an appointment; I didn't expect it to be at the art exhibit. To meet here, we must indeed be fated."
Lu Beiyuan occasionally looked down at Su Nanxing's arm.
He remembered that at the last hot spring party, Su Nanxing had been arm in arm with Fu Yanzhou.
Why wasn't she holding onto him today?
Favoritism?
Lu Beiyuan felt extremely aggrieved in his heart,
Looking very pitiful and distressed.
