Leng Zirui reminded Xu Xia with a sentence, then got up and headed towards the exit of the auditorium.
"Leng Zirui!" Xu Xia called him softly, but Leng Zirui had already taken long strides up the steps and out the door. "What kind of uncle is this, running off when Mo Mo is about to perform!"
Xu Xia muttered a complaint under her breath and looked at her foot that he had placed on the chair. She tried to lift it, but then put it back down.
That guy said not to move, he must have his reasons.
Oh well, better listen to him, or else I'll get an earful later!
This guy, like a shadow that won't go away, why does something always happen when I meet him?
Could it be that the two of them are fated enemies, destined to meet but not to be together?!
Thinking of this, Xu Xia sighed and turned her face toward the stage.
