At some point, Long Yue was holding a pink umbrella in his hand.
The surface of the umbrella was closed, held protectively in front of him.
Apart from its beautiful appearance, the unique thing about this umbrella was the way Long Yue held it.
Generally, people hold an umbrella by the handle, but Long Yue held it by grabbing the umbrella's surface with his left hand and the ribs with his right hand, more like holding a sword.
"Fei Yue—" upon seeing this umbrella, He Nian couldn't help but utter these two words, a hint of surprise flashing through his eyes.
The intention to act instantly halted.
Indeed, He Nian recognized this umbrella.
And the deterrent effect of this umbrella was not small.
In He Nian's heart, his regard for Long Yue instantly surged to new heights, "I didn't expect it to be bought by the Long family."
