Behind him, the girls yelled indignantly, "That's right. Do you have any idea how long Qinghan oppa waited for you?"
An Xiaxia: … She really didn't know.
"I sent you a text message," An Xiaxia said gingerly. Thanks to Su Xiaomo, she had managed to get Yin Qinghan's cell phone number.
Yin Qinghan frowned. "I don't use cell phones."
"…" One could almost hear the sound of hearts shattering among the girls behind him, who had paid money to get his number.
There was the sound of a chair being drawn out next to An Xiaxia, then Sheng Yize sat down casually, which raised another wave of screaming among the girls.
"Wow, Sheng Yize is so handsome!"
"It's such a pity that he's left showbiz…"
"He looks like the cover of a magazine just by sitting there! Aww!"
Sunlight fell on Yin Qinghan's shoulders and the warm color made him as marvelous as an angel on earth.
