Everyone in the studio turned their eyes toward the door.
"Oh, big brother, you're drinking juice?" JI Xingzhi walked in. "Pour me a glass too."
Si Fuqing gave him a calm glance.
"I... I'm just kidding," JI Xingzhi said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'll pour it myself, I'll pour it myself."
It was LI Yuzhi's first time here.
Despite his anxiety on the way, he felt a sudden sense of apprehension now, unsure of himself.
"Uncle LI," Si Fuqing nodded toward him. "Don't just stand there, come in."
Hearing the surname "LI" surprised Su Yang.
He looked at LI Yuzhi, feeling an inexplicable sense of closeness.
"Alright, I..." LI Yuzhi took a deep breath before stepping inside.
The next second, he locked eyes with Su Yang.
Almost instantly, the forty-something man began to cry silently.
"..."
The room fell into silence.
Su Yang's hand trembled, a wild, impossible thought popping into his mind.