"Who is this..."
"A former club member."
Fang Cheng said casually, his tone natural, as if he was just introducing an ordinary acquaintance.
Xu Hao, seeing this, gave Zhou Xiumei a friendly nod, as a way of greeting, and then immediately bid farewell to Fang Cheng:
"I won't bother you, let's chat another day."
After saying this, he turned and left swiftly, his steps relaxed as he blended into the mall crowd,
as if the encounter just now was a mere happenstance and no strange words had been spoken.
Fang Cheng retracted his gaze and turned to look at Zhou Xiumei beside him:
"Let's go, time to eat."
Zhou Xiumei blinked her pretty big eyes, vaguely sensing that there seemed to be a subtle nuance in the atmosphere between Fang Cheng and that Huang Mao youth just now.
But seeing that Fang Cheng had no intention of elaborating, she wisely did not press further.
She then lifted a bright smile, handing one of the milk teas to Fang Cheng:
