"Yan Shixiu gave her his wallet?"
"Yan Shixiu held her hand?"
"Yan Shixiu smiled at her?"
Who on earth was she?
Everyone knew that, no matter the occasion, Yan Shixiu's lips were always curved in a light smile. But those who had seen him understood that it was just a polite smile meant for show, and that was only when he faced men. With women, he wouldn't even spare a smile, usually looking cold and distant.
Yet just a moment ago, when facing that woman, he actually smiled so naturally, from the heart.
One could imagine how close they were, definitely not just ordinary friends.
The waiter who had served Shi Lan earlier was now sweating bullets at the thought. Thankfully, he had been polite during their exchange, or else, he feared, his job might not be secure.
Half an hour later, the banquet ended and the guests began to leave, Yan Shixiu and a group of men walked to the hotel entrance.
