The crowd stared in astonishment as Xiliu Yuan sat down.
'What on earth is happening today? To think this great personage from Xi Yan would actually sit down in the middle of a crowd. So much for the rumors about him enjoying his peace and quiet.'
"It depends on the person, not the situation," Xiliu Yuan said faintly.
The moment he said this, the expressions of the others at the table shifted.
Sang Zhi's eyes darkened instantly.
"Heh, I'm truly honored then," Ye Qianning said, placing her hand on Sang Zhi's wrist.
Sang Zhi paused. He then turned his hand over, enveloping Ye Qianning's smaller one in his grasp. It was warm, and a smile spread across his face.
Ye Qianning had only meant to remind him not to be so prickly, but she hadn't expected this move. When she tried to pull her hand back, he only held it tighter.
Xiliu Yuan shot them a faint glance before his gaze drifted into the distance.
