Ji Mingqian darkened his face, hopping mad.
He looked up and roared, "Li Mochan, you and I are irreconcilable enemies."
...
M Country.
The weather in midsummer was capricious; just moments ago, there had been a drizzle, and now the sky was clear and boundless.
The light blue sheer curtains lifted in the breeze, and a gentle wind slowly poured into the bedroom from the window.
Jiang Yisheng cuddled up with his laptop on the couch, having finished reviewing the details about the previously interrupted concert sent by Wen Rang, he fell into a brief contemplation.
After a moment, he looked up at the clock on the wall, and without realizing it, it was already noon.
Putting the laptop on the table, Jiang Yisheng stood up and began walking towards the French windows.
Piercing through the curtains, he stepped out onto the terrace.
Splinters of golden light scattered on his face, causing him to squint his enchanting green eyes uncomfortably.
