Su Yang was slightly startled, then laughed aloud. "Hello, everyone. My name is Ye Qing. But..." He paused, his gaze flickered slightly. "In private, I prefer everyone to call me—Su Yang."
Li Zheng froze. "Su Yang? When did you change it? Your household register still says Ye Qing, doesn't it? An online handle?"
Su Yang merely smiled lightly, neither confirming nor denying it.
"Su Yang... it does sound pretty smooth," Li Zheng muttered, then hurriedly waved him over to take a seat.
The tableful of men and women chatted and laughed boisterously, wineglasses clinking as words flew about. Yet Su Yang only listened quietly, nodding now and then without joining in, as though deep within his soul, another pair of cold eyes was looking down indifferently upon this lively scene.
Such aloofness naturally sat at odds with the jubilant atmosphere around the table.
"Qingqing, why are you so listless? Bad mood?"
Su Yang shook his head, the edge of his brow slightly furrowed—at that moment, a hint of sharp, formidable edge swept across between his brows, faintly revealing Su Yang's shadow.
"Not in a bad mood... I'm just not used to this kind of noise."
Li Zheng was startled and reached out to feel his forehead. "Do you have a fever?"
"What are you doing?"
Su Yang's brow sank, his voice turning slightly low. A flash of silver light seemed to vanish from the depths of his eyes.
"You're... really strange today. Completely unlike your usual self."
"Oh?" He raised his left brow, intrigued. "How am I unlike myself?"
Li Zheng's brows slightly furrowed, a hint of probing in his voice. "Usually, you may not be particularly outgoing, but you've never had this kind of distant air about you."
"What kind?"
Before the words fell, every man and woman at