Yu Ruohuan saw the young man stepping out of the car in the distance and reached up to lower her sunglasses.
"Interesting."
Gu Bichen was not someone easily controlled. The fact that he showed up today greatly surprised Yu Ruohuan.
She wondered what method Yao Huia had used to make him bow his head.
Yu Ruohuan touched up her makeup in the mirror before finally pushing open the car door and stepping out.
"Gu Bichen."
The young man's back stiffened slightly before he turned around slowly.
Yu Ruohuan glanced over his outfit and chuckled lightly, "We're going to watch a formal opera, and yet you're dressed in casual wear. What is it—your way of expressing discontent?"
In the past, Gu Bichen's attire and demeanor always exuded the elegance of a refined gentleman, leaving no room for criticism. For today's opera, he should have been in a suit. Instead, he wore casual clothes, his hair unkempt, and his face haggard as if he hadn't slept for three nights.
