Fu Yan squinted at her, "Anything else?"
October, the weather had turned abruptly cold.
The man wore a black hooded jacket, frameless glasses, his neck slender, revealing a small section of the collar of his white T-shirt; at first glance, he even had a bit of a youthful air.
"I have another concert next Friday, still at eight in the evening. You didn't come last night, so I brought two VIP tickets, and you could bring Miss Sheng with you."
As she spoke, Xia Zhixi lowered her head, took two tickets out of her bag, and was about to hand them over.
"No need." Fu Yan's brows teased, "Zhizhi is still filming in Heng City, she can't come."
Xia Zhixi's fingers paused in midair, "Then you..."
"I probably shouldn't go anymore either." Fu Yan squinted, "I'm afraid Zhizhi might misunderstand."
After finishing, he glanced at his wristwatch, "Time for rounds, I must go."
Not until the man entered the elevator did Xia Zhixi turn and leave.
