It was none other than Shang Ruohai.
"I see neither a parting hug nor a parting kiss," Shang Ruohai frowned at Yan Renzhong in displeasure. "What the hell were you two doing out there in the lake?"
"We talked. And then we watched the lanterns and the firework show," Yan Renzhong answered with a nonchalant tone that grated on Shang Ruohai's nerves.
The man could barely believe his hearing.
"You were riding on a boat with your beloved in the middle of the night, with lanterns floating all around you and fireworks exploding above your head," he enumerated the features that contributed to the romantic ambiance at the lake. "It was the most perfect setting to ask him out, or even to ask for his hand in marriage!"
Yan Renzhong solemnly shook his head.
"He had just gone through a traumatic experience," he said tactfully. "It is not the right time for that. Speaking of which, what have you found out so far?"