"Brother Yang, so you were here!"
While Yang Yifeng and Ci Meigui were sitting on the sofa engrossed in their conversation, a joyful voice suddenly interrupted them. Yang Yifeng slightly looked up and saw Ye Zitong standing not far away, hands behind her back, her face beaming with delight.
"Ah, Zitong, you've arrived." Yang Yifeng smiled gently, his eyes curving into crescents.
Ye Zitong was a girl of contradictions. In her, Yang Yifeng could sense both a seductive charm and an innocence as pure as an angel. In short, she was a complex mixture of attributes.
"Brother Yang, what are you guys talking about?"
By this time, Ye Zitong had already approached Yang Yifeng and Ci Meigui. She had been looking for Yang Yifeng around the venue but hadn't found him, and when she decided to take a break, she stumbled upon the two in a corner sofa, playfully bickering.