The evening sunlight shone on his handsome face and added a layer of gentleness.
Song Chuyi stopped in his tracks for a few seconds before walking over.
Ever since that time when he was beaten up, the two of them hadn't contacted each other. Now that he saw Song Chulang again, he had an ominous feeling.
Song Chulang also saw him and hung up, sounding even more apathetic than he used to. "Are you getting ready for work?"
"Mm." Song Chuyi looked at him questioningly. "Bro, what are you doing here?"
"Waiting for someone." Song Chulang looked at him silently.
Song Chuyi's dark pupils stared into his eyes quietly. "Who?"
"Yunyang," Song Chulang said.
Song Chuyi's pupils constricted. "Did something happen to her?"
"You still have some concern for her?" Song Chulang's lips turned into a mocking smile. "Weren't you taking wedding photos with Yan Changqing recently and had quite a delightful time taking photos?"