Is This Not Love?

Yan Xi's private box wasn't very big.

A table was set up and there were four sofa chairs facing the window.

Yan Xi sat on the left with his hands resting on the table beside his sunglasses, cap, and mask.

His black long down jacket had been hung aside by his manager.

"Yan Xi, do you think the real master will come?" The manager didn't sit and just paced around in the open space, looking down at the phone occasionally.

"Yeah." Yan Xi looked calmer than the manager. After thinking about it, he glanced over at the manager again. "How old do you think he is? Should I call him big brother, or brother?"

Yan Xi had known Jiang Shanyi for several years, but he still didn't know his age and appearance.

The manager was also curious in regards to this question, so he pondered for a while before saying, "Just call him Brother Jiangshan, do you hear me?"