"Shall we go have barbecue later?"
Zhuo Ya held Gu Jin's hand, her face bearing a naive and charming expression.
"Whatever you want."
"Isn't your wedding in the next few days? Don't you need to prepare?"
Song Zhe stood to one side, seeing the two of them acting as if he were thin air, he narrowed his cold eyes and swept them towards Gu Jin.
"The wedding is naturally all set."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Song Zhe stroked the area of his collar, his smile somewhat icy.
"Gu Jin, don't lose your senses."
"These past few days, I've been in a pretty good mood, very happy; don't... make me angry."
Gu Jin narrowed his cold eyes, casting them on Song Zhe.
If Song Zhe dared to anger him, he naturally wouldn't be polite to Song Zhe.
"Isn't that something I should be saying to you?"
Song Zhe approached and warned Song Zhe.
"Don't underestimate Zhuo Ya."
"I've never underestimated Zhuo Ya."
"It's you, always staring at Zhuo Ya. What do you think Zhuo Ya would do?"