It was as if one extra glance or one extra second of thought would be an infringement.
Standing on the steps, Chi Ning watched Qin Heng below narrow his eyes slightly.
Mom truly deserved to be the president of her own company. Her eye for things was viciously sharp.
For the past two months, Qin Heng had been so busy he'd lived like a monk. Yet now, he actually seemed to be... spacing out.
Qin Heng's Adam's apple bobbed. "Does your outfit have pockets?"
How else was he supposed to put in coins if there were no pockets?
He had saved up eight of them.
Qin Heng spent the entire trip wondering whether Chi Ning's clothes had pockets. He only snapped out of it when they arrived at the music festival venue.
The tickets Gu Zhe had given them were in the front rows. They could see the entire stage clearly just by looking up. The black chairs in the open-air audience area beneath the stage reflected a dazzling rainbow sheen under the summer sun.
A question mark slowly appeared over Chi Ning's head.
No, wait. An outdoor performance in the middle of summer, and the organizers had put black chairs outside?
What was this?
Did they think their audience was sitting too comfortably?
Chi Ning was already sensitive to heat, and now he had even less desire to sit down.
A young man beside him, wearing a light gray casual tank top, his hair slicked back and metal accessories hanging around his neck, leaned against his chair and laughed. "What? Afraid of the heat? Music festivals are all like this. Once more people show up, they'll turn on the cooling fans around the venue. It won't be hot anymore after that."
As he spoke, his gaze flicked over Chi