As Jiang Su was about to walk past him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm. "Jiang Su."
Jiang Su stopped in his tracks, paused for two seconds, and slowly turned his head to look at Liang Sichen.
He stared at him indifferently for less than a second before his gaze fell on the hand that had caught his arm.
He didn't enjoy unfamiliar body contact and slightly furrowed his brow. "Let go.
The pressure of Liang Sichen's grip on Jiang Su's wrist intensified.
Displeasure appeared on Jiang Su's face, and he lifted an earbud. "Let—"
"Do you remember what today is?" Liang Sichen interrupted him.
Jiang Su remained silent.
Liang Sichen laughed, a hint of mockery in his tone. "What, you've forgotten in just one year?"
"I don't mind reminding you, it's the eighth day of the sixth lunar month."
Jiang Su's face darkened substantially, the look he gave Liang Sichen was deeply ominous. "You've been investigating me?"