"Who's this?" Zhang Yang wrapped an arm around Xiang Xiaotian's waist and looked at the family of three before them.
In truth, he had more or less already guessed.
They were probably Xiang Xiaotian's so-called childhood betrothal. He hadn't expected to run into their family at his own hotel.
What a coincidence.
Xiang Xiaotian leaned close to Zhang Yang's ear and quietly explained.
Zhang Yang nodded as he listened. Sure enough, it was exactly as he had guessed.
Lu Shaokang stared blankly at the man standing beside Xiang Xiaotian.
That appearance, that bearing... every movement of his exuded an overwhelming handsomeness... Though Lu Shaokang himself came from a wealthy family, at that moment, as a fellow man, he inexplicably felt a trace of inferiority.
"Brother Lu, Uncle, Auntie, we'll be leaving first." Xiang Xiaotian nodded calmly in greeting.
Lu Shaokang's parents did not say a word.
Xiang Xiaotian acted as if she hadn't seen their expressions. With an arm around Zhang Yang's shoulder, she brushed past the family of three and headed straight for the suite in the distance.
Back where he stood, Lu Shaokang watched helplessly as the pair's backs disappeared into the room.
He was instantly left feeling somewhat lost and dejected.
This was not their first meeting. Though they had not seen each other for many years, the name Xiang Xiaotian had run through his entire childhood, his youth, and even into the present.
To him, Xiang Xiaotian had always been synonymous with beauty. She was like a childhood sweetheart, the wife he had always believed was destined to be his.
But now, right in front of him, she had entered a hotel room with that man?
"Stop looking! It's a good thing the marriage didn't happen." Mrs. Lu snorted coldly. "She didn't want to see us,