"Alright, we'll chat again when we have the chance." Zhan Mingwei nodded gently.
Xin Ziao turned to walk away with an indifferent face.
Ruan Yang dug her spoon into the ice cream bread and put it into her mouth, saying to Changqing with a smile, "This ice cream isn't bad."
"Yeah." Changqing was worried. She didn't think that Ruan Yang wasn't upset. However, in front of so many people, she could only force out a smile.
"When did you come? Why didn't you tell me?" Song Chuyi suddenly held on to her left hand. He hadn't held her hands for several days. Her hand was soft and smooth, and he couldn't help but touch it for a while more.
"… I've been here for quite a while." Changqing felt her hair standing up from his touch. He was plainly fuming with anger as though he wanted to murder someone when he left in the morning. Now, he was smiling broadly. How creepy.