After the dinner party, on the way back to Haitian Mansion, Li Huai thought about the young man who had approached Liu Xiangli earlier, and asked, "Wifey, who was that guy you were smiling at?"
Liu Xiangli was taken aback. She had been smiling at people all night, her facial muscles were even a little numb from it. But which one was Li Huai referring to?
"Little Nemesis, which one are you referring to?" Liu Xiangli asked.
"The guy with the red scarf tied around his neck, looks like he's in his twenties." Li Huai replied.
"Pfft!" Xuan Bingbing, who was driving, couldn't help but laugh. But she wasn't mocking him, she was just amused by Li Huai, "Li Huai, that was a bow tie, not a red scarf."
"Bing Bing, do you know who he's talking about?" Liu Xiangli still didn't know who Li Huai was referring to after giving it some thought.