"Ye Xuan, congratulations on winning the competition. I knew I was right about you."
Just as Ye Xuan got off the stage, Zhuo Yanyun approached him, offering a faint smile that was particularly enticing.
"Miss Zhuo flatters me."
Ye Xuan was now rather troubled by Zhuo Yanyun; he wasn't afraid of her cold words, but rather feared her speaking with this soft tone. He had always been someone who was more susceptible to a soft approach than a harsh one. Zhuo Yanyun's sudden change of attitude was quite hard for him to accept.
"Don't call me Miss Zhuo, just Yanyun will do."
Seeing that Ye Xuan remained unmoved, Zhuo Yanyun moved even closer, close enough that they could hear each other's breathing, "Mr. Ye Xuan, the Ice Moon Hall of Junior Sister Nangong is too small, and definitely uncomfortable to live in. Why not come and stay at my Snowfall Hall instead? I guarantee it's much better, and the service is more attentive too."
"Uh..."
