Never Seen You So Petty

Someone continued, "It's someone else's wedding. So what if you disagree?"

Yan Rusheng fixated his gaze on the little woman as she maneuvered through the crowd. As he listened to the incessant teasings, he placed one hand on his chest and the other hand was pressed against his forehead, his fingers gently stroking his temples as he broke into a mysterious shallow smile.

Gradually, he no longer paid attention to the conversations of the crowd.

…

"Xuxu."

Jiang Zhuoheng left the group of Young Masters and found Xuxu eating at a corner. He called out softly while walking towards her. He then conveniently leaned against the sofa that Xuxu was seated at.

He was holding a half-empty wine glass with one hand, and the other hand was casually stuffed into his pocket.

He stood behind Xuxu and looked down at the crown of her head, her forehead, and her pair of thick, curly lashes.