Who would have thought that less than twenty-four hours after his words got out, Bai Yu started causing trouble for him.
Rong Zhi stood among the flowers, discussing plans for going out later with Zishu Ning, one hand poised as if ready to grab her phone.
The breeze lightly lifted her hem, her figure appearing somewhat slender.
"...Rong Zhi?"
Rong Zhi turned her head at the sound.
Saw someone standing opposite in the flowers, whom she had no impression of ever appearing before. His voice was somewhat roguish and insolent, even though he tried to contain it, the rebellious tone was unmistakable.
He began to walk towards them, the wind blowing his bangs back from his forehead, revealing a pair of slightly narrow phoenix eyes, yet round in the middle, which reduced the malevolent air on his face, making him appear somewhat naive.
