Fu Chenlie detected the deeper meaning behind her words, tilted his head to look at him, his gaze unclear.
Wen Ran avoided his eyes.
The man's lips curled slightly, his expression returning to normal before glancing at Xu Tong: "Do you need anything? If not, my wife and I are going to continue shopping, so we'll be leaving now."
"You two go ahead." Xu Tong replied.
He gave a faint "Mm," intertwined his fingers with Wen Ran's, lightly held her hand, and started walking.
Xu Tong watched their departing figures, took out her phone, and snapped a photo.
The friend beside her spoke up: "Tongtong, that man is so handsome. Who is he?"
"A friend."
"Really? I didn't know you had such a handsome friend."
Xu Tong chuckled: "Actually, he's my friend's ex-boyfriend."
The other party nodded dramatically.
"Let's keep shopping then," Xu Tong said, lifting her foot, then lowered her head to send the photo she'd just taken to a WeChat contact with a message—