Seeing Xu Renfei, the youth slightly straightened up but still leaned against the car door, his head slightly tilted, the breeze gently lifting his slightly long dark hair.
Unlike the usual sight of him on Weibo, the youth was now wearing a formal white shirt and black slim-fit trousers. The top of the shirt was tightly buttoned, and a dark blue tie hung loose at the sides, giving off a lazy, unruly vibe.
On his exquisite, stunning face, his starry eyes were calm, but at the moment he saw Xu Renfei, there was a fleeting softness in them. His crimson lips curved slightly, and he clicked his tongue lightly, "Stunned?"
Indeed, stunned.
Thinking to himself, Xu Renfei quickly abandoned the mesmerized cameramen behind him and came to Bi Xia's side, "I haven't seen you dress so formally even for the art festival."
Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you forgot what day it is today."
