Yang Lingyun approached, two bottles of beer in hand.
His steps froze.
His eyes darkened.
His seat was taken. By Quan Kunjie.
There were many seats around the campfire, yet suddenly all felt miles away from Xia Lihua. The nearest open spot was three people down, between Sun Zhengyi and Kang Minghao.
Xia Lihua saw him hesitate.
He didn't say anything, but the jealousy was unmistakable.
Wang Nuozhi had drunk a little earlier. So she felt a little lightheaded. She patted the ground right next to her and said, drunkenly, "Come sit here, CEO Yang! There's spa—"
Quan Kunjie calmly slid closer to Lihua, closing the gap between them."There isn't any space," he said flatly.
Yang Lingyun's jaw ticked.
He forced a polite smile and sat where the only empty seat remained.
The campfire crackled loudly, sparks flying into the starry sky. Everyone had drinks in their hands. Even the normally controlled Kang Minghao chugged his beer with surprising speed.
