"I've already explained; it was just a fan who looked quite familiar," at 5 o'clock in the morning, in a private residence in Qinyang City, Lu Yimo held a bottle of chilled beer and leaned back on the sofa in the presidential suite.
After the concert, Lu Yimo declined invitations to a celebratory feast from the band members and organizers. This was consistent with his nature; besides work-related collaborations, Lu Yimo always guarded his private life and work with strict confidentiality.
Lu Yimo looked out the window, a neutral expression on his profile, signifying he didn't want to dwell on the issue anymore.
Xiu Na's discontent gradually faded away. She had just been overly excited and forgotten that Yimo had encountered several accidents one after another. Compared to bickering over nothing here, showing proper care was more likely to capture his heart.
