Yang Fei, despite his self-proclaimed unmatched handsome and suave appearance, had no certainty that he could conquer Liang Jiayi with his unique male charm.
Things just had to drag on like this.
The following evening, Yang Fei was at the Lanting Hotel counter, thoroughly enjoying a short film that involved life sciences, genetic art, and gymnastics.
Fan Yi appeared at the entrance of Lanting Hotel.
Fan Yi, always aloof and elegant, hurried over with a hint of urgency on his face.
He entered Lanting Hotel and his first words startled Yang Fei.
"Brother Fei, your master Shou Jing Gong has arrived."
"What, Old Silver Stick is here? Where is he?"
Yang Fei was overjoyed.
Although he constantly called him Old Silver Stick with a mix of curses, deep down, he missed his master a lot.
Fan Yi's face showed an awkward expression, "Shou Jing Gong is at the Clear Spring Flowing Over the Stone Bathhouse."