At first glance, Yang Yong thought she looked familiar. He racked his brains before finally remembering...
She looked like Princess Huazheng from that TV show.
She really was a beauty.
Zhu Yuhao glanced at her.
Then he shook his head.
He did not say a single unnecessary word.
The woman was not annoyed either. She turned and left.
She walked up to a man beside Zhu Yuhao and held out her hand.
At the sight of her outstretched hand, the man's eyes went wide. He took her hand and ran toward the fire.
Yang Yong saw the woman glance back.
Not at Zhu Yuhao.
At that short woman in the distance.
As though reporting to her.
Yang Yong's heart sank a little.
He turned to look for Cao Xianming.
Then the sight before him nearly made him spit out the lamb in his mouth.
Cao Xianming was dancing.
Cao Xianming, who normally kept his distance from women and looked at everyone as though they were suspects, was holding a pretty girl's hand and circling the bonfire.
He wore a smile and was saying something that made the girl giggle.
Yang Yong blinked, then blinked again.
"I must've gotten up too fast."
He muttered to himself, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again.
It was still Cao Xianming.
Beyond any doubt.
Yang Yong watched that sneaky bastard dance with the girl until the two of them slipped out of the crowd and found a secluded corner to sit in.
Cao Xianming sat there with his head tilted, listening to the girl with an expression as focused as if he were taking notes at a meeting.
Yang Yong's curiosity was piqued.
He grabbed a leg of lamb and edged closer while gnawing on it.
As he drew near,