Picking up the scattered invitation from the grass, Xu Fan's gaze fell on the icon of the hand-holding siblings and he stared at it for a long time.
For some reason, he suddenly felt that the little girl on the icon resembled Feng Huang a bit.
"Brother, what are you looking at?"
While deep in thought, suddenly, Feng Huang approached from the side, rousing Xu Fan from his reverie.
"It's nothing. Let's go, I'll take you home."
Smiling at Feng Huang, Xu Fan then threw away the invitation in his hand.
The silhouettes of little girls were mostly similar; it was probably his own illusion.
Not wanting to bring up Feng Huang's sad affairs, Xu Fan casually made some excuses and then left the party with Feng Huang.
After driving back to the city, Xu Fan was preparing to drop Feng Huang off at Xia Xiaodie's place.
"Hmm?"
Through the rearview mirror, he could see a silver Jaguar closely following behind their car.
