Ji Sang shrank her neck, shaking her head with caution.
"No, not anymore."
How could she dare?
Fu Yisi was like a jar of vinegar, with a particularly strong sense of possessiveness.
Once the man had left, Ji Sang let out a sigh of relief. While he was on the phone, she hurriedly threw a few unwanted items into the trash to cover the box.
...
This time, Ling Yuxuan didn't choose Jintang but picked a stylish pub.
Since Yan Jin wasn't coming, Ling Yuxuan didn't specifically book a private room. The four sat in a semi-open booth, perfectly able to see the entire main area.
Ling Yuxuan also managed to dye his hair a granny grey, and his bangs, soft and floppy in front of his forehead, lacked his usual stubborn princely arrogance, instead giving him a bit of a puppy-dog vibe.
And his wardrobe was less flamboyant than before.
