The moment An Xiaoyu saw Chu Mucheng, she was a bit surprised.
However, it had indeed been a long time since they last met.
Ever since that time he drunkenly brought back Tao Zhixiang, the senior sister, it just so happened that she encountered them... afterward, they never met again.
Nowadays, Chu Mucheng, dressed in a white shirt and black suit, seemed even colder and more aloof. His lips curled up, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.
An Xiaoyu didn't make a sound, just quietly gazing at him.
And Chu Mucheng was also looking down at her.
Having not seen her for so long, she seemed to have lost some weight, but that stubbornness between her brows remained the same.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Chu Mucheng sneered self-mockingly.
"What, having Shen Yufeng now makes it redundant to even speak a word to me?"
He really didn't want to talk like this, but he couldn't help it; after all, the intimate scene they just happened upon had stung his heart.