Ye Xiaofei adjusted his clothes, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, such an expensive black suit, totally ruined by Huang Mao!"
Just then, Lin Qianxi and Li Jiajia came looking over in this direction. From afar, she saw Ye Xiaofei and hurriedly waved her hand and shouted.
Ye Xiaofei looked up and felt a burst of joy in his heart: The goddess actually came to me personally.
Immediately, Ye Xiaofei's steps quickened, and he walked over in large strides, smiling, "What's up, goddess?"
Seeing that Ye Xiaofei was alright, just a bit dirty, Lin Qianxi looked around and said with a pout, "Really, you disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the funeral isn't even over yet! Tell me, where did you go to get so dirty? You've spoiled all my efforts with this. You, really!"
"Yo, am I superfluous here? Ah, ah, it's truly heartbreaking that the funeral isn't over yet!" said Li Jiajia teasingly.