Having someone to accompany you for the Minor New Year, eating fried chicken and drinking beer together, is indeed a great thing.
She glanced at He Ziyan, seeing him also holding a chicken wing and eating, she then burst into laughter.
"He Ziyan, actually, if you didn't have the surname He, or if I hadn't been captured by the He Family, I would have really liked to make friends with you!"
He Ziyan heard her words and chuckled, but beneath those slender eyes, a fleeting trace of inevitable sadness flashed.
The surname He has never made He Ziyan feel happy.
It is a place filled with power and status, devoid of any human touch.
"Today, let's not talk about anything else, just drink and chat." Such topics, when paired with beer, are likely to bring sorrow, so it is better to change the topic.
"That's true." Zuo Aiai smiled and nodded.
