Liu Lanfang spoke as if nothing was out of the ordinary, her voice light and unhurried, "Xiao Chen, I remember you. On New Year's Eve, you sent us quite a few New Year's goods, and I haven't thanked you yet."
Xiao Chen's taut jawline relaxed, and his thin lips parted slightly, his voice sounding much lighter, "It was my pleasure, if you like them, I can have more sent over."
"Wouldn't that be too much trouble?" Liu Lanfang's profound eyes betrayed no emotion, and her face remained expressionless.
Even when facing those old timers of Beijing, he could still remain calm and composed, even able to discern their thoughts, but in front of Liu Lanfang, he just couldn't see through her.
"It's no trouble at all, I'm Yun Yue's boyfriend, it's what I should do." Xiao Chen's typically cold features softened for once, warmed by a rare touch.
Feng Ye was left clicking his tongue in amazement.
