It was the peak of the summer season, and under the urban heat island effect, even the breeze that blew through the big city felt warm. Ye Qiu and Li Qianqian walked ahead, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder.
Zhou Muling and Han Xiaowan followed behind.
Yun Xiang, Bi Yuntao, and Dai Naizhao were even further behind.
Yun Xiang could only watch the woman he liked being intimately held by a stranger's hand, and he did not know what to say.
"Young Master Yun, perhaps, let's just leave!"
Bi Yuntao and Dai Naizhao had already noticed that Li Qianqian had no interest in Yun Xiang. However, the two knew that with Yun Xiang's status as the young master of the Yun Family, he could have any beautiful woman he wanted. Why pine over Li Qianqian alone?
Even if Li Qianqian's father was the mayor, so what?
Yun Xiang didn't speak; he had seen Ye Qiu and Li Qianqian sitting at that gazebo watching the lotus flowers.
"There are osmanthus blooms in the third autumn, ten miles of lotus flowers."