Xu Ke was smiling as he sent messages to Lin Mengyao, but was suddenly overshadowed by two figures. Xu Ke's eyes flickered with a dark glimmer. When he looked up and recognized them, his eyes were full of surprise, followed by deep nostalgia and emotion. "I really didn't expect the first people I'd encounter after returning to Shangjing would be you two. Please, have a seat. What would you like to drink? It's on me." The joy in Xu Ke's voice was so clear that anyone who wasn't deaf could hear it plainly.
Yang Rongrong looked worriedly at Chu Lian.
Chu Lian pulled Yang Rongrong to sit opposite Xu Ke, her delicate face full of frost. "There's no need for drinks. I just came in to clarify something with you."
Xu Ke's smile clearly grew stiff for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "I don't know what you want to say to me?"
