Si Yuhuan left with a dark expression on his face.
Jian Xi, undaunted, continued to remind him, "Remember to pay the bill. Don't dine and dash."
The organizers clutched their chests, scared half to death. Nobody but Jian Xi dared to speak to Si Yuhuan in such a manner.
Zhou Yan finished his work, came off stage, changed back into his own clothes, and came out to greet Jian Xi. "Senior, long time no see."
"Stop it, we haven't been apart that long."
Actually, he was quite handsome—the kind that made one feel warm and sunny at first sight. But he still wasn't the type Jian Xi fell for; she was unfortunately drawn to Si Yuhuan and his kind. That man was a captivating charmer, like a male siren walking the earth. His every gesture exuded an unparalleled charisma! She was a complete sucker for his looks.
Zhou Yan scratched the back of his head and flashed a smile, showing his white teeth. "Was your husband angry just now?"
