Someone had turned on the lights in the room at some point, and the bright light illuminated every inch of it.
Including Fang Lele, who was sitting beside Cheng Yue.
Chu Jiye looked as though his eyes might burst from their sockets. "What are you doing here?"
In an instant, every gaze followed his to the slender figure.
Aside from Ji Huaijin, who had seen this coming, none of them had ever seen him show his emotions so openly in public.
"Young Master Chu, this is no place for you to throw your weight around!"
Ji Huaijin's brows drew together, his eyes cold and sharp. His words tore away every last shred of polite pretense.
"Get out. Right this instant!"
But Chu Jiye could no longer hear anything. He stared fixedly at that familiar face nearby, something roiling in his eyes.
The atmosphere abruptly froze. With both sides equally powerful, the club manager gained a few more worry lines around his eyes.
Fang Lele was still young, after all. His fingers clenched the tablecloth as he looked up and answered as evenly as he could, "Why can't I be here?"
Chu Jiye seemed not to have expected that answer. His expression darkened, his gaze sweeping quickly around the room before settling on Cheng Yue.
Seeing Cheng Yue shielding Fang Lele at his side, he instinctively knitted his brows.
"Come outside!"
The entitled command nearly made Cheng Yue laugh.
He was no fool. Seeing Chu Jiye lose his composure at the sight of Fang Lele, he pieced together everything that had happened before, and the hidden connection finally surfaced.
So he was the reason Fang Lele had come to Capital City.
Just as Cheng Yue was about to speak, Fang Lele reached out to stop him. "It's okay, Cheng Yue. I