"What's wrong, President Li?" Zhang Yang asked as he followed Li Xingyu's gaze into the store.
Inside the shop, a man and a woman were seated beside a booth.
Zhang Yang recognized the girl. She was the same girl from the photo Li Xingyu had shown him not long ago.
Beside her sat a tall, handsome young man.
The two were acting intimately, feeding each other dessert. No one would believe they were anything but a couple.
"This..." Zhang Yang didn't press further.
Li Xingyu wasn't as impulsive or irrational as Zhang Yang had imagined, nor did he rush inside right away.
Instead, he lit a cigarette and stood at the entrance, smoking as he watched the pair inside.
Who knew how long passed before he finished the cigarette.
He casually stubbed it out on the newly bought bag in his hand. The bag, worth over a hundred thousand, immediately gave off the smell of scorched leather.
The two inside seemed to have finished their dessert and walked out of the store together.
They chatted and laughed.
"Why don't we make time to see a movie together tonight?"
"No way. There haven't been any movies I want to see lately..."
The door swung open, and the girl's smile froze the instant she saw Li Xingyu.
She looked as timid and fragile as a pure little white flower.
"Xingyu? Why are you here?"
"Was it good?" Li Xingyu wore a calm smile, his tone utterly unruffled.
"No, Xingyu, he's..." The girl grew anxious and immediately tried to explain.
The young man looked at Li Xingyu, then at the girl.
"So what if he found out? What's there to explain? Just tell him straight and be done with it..." As he spoke, he reached out to put an arm around the girl's