"Who dares ridicule my precious daughter, you're overthinking it. I'll leave first. You and Mr. Yu, being young, probably have more in common, so I won't stay here to annoy anyone."
After Mr. Yang finished speaking, he asked his assistant to pack up the golf clubs and then left the golf course.
"That day, I had to leave suddenly because something came up. I heard you went looking for me afterwards." Yu Xiuzhun glanced in the direction Mr. Yang had left, the smile on his lips fading.
Lazily sitting down on a lounge chair, he raised an eyebrow.
"I know, I didn't take it to heart. It's just that you left so abruptly, and later I heard someone got hurt at the banquet. I was worried about you, so I went to find you, wanting to see if you were okay."
Yang Meilan wore an adorable little dress, very refreshing and youthful, with a touch of intellectual beauty.
Her whole presence exuded a unique quality often found in art students.
