Freedom, joy.
What a beautiful wish it is.
Tang Xi's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Song Yanchu. She was about to say something else when suddenly, she noticed a familiar yet frightening figure approaching her.
Almost instinctively, Tang Xi stood up abruptly.
It was both guilt and fear.
Why was Fu Tingzhou here?
How could it be such a coincidence?
She and Song Yanchu had nothing going on, but being caught by Fu Tingzhou at this moment made her feel an intense sense of guilt. The man's gaze was fixed on her as if it were burning through her with its heat.
The extent of her getting up was a bit excessive.
The water cup tumbled over.
The glass didn't break.
Song Yanchu bent down to pick up the glass and gestured for a waiter to come clean up the water on the floor.
He could tell that Tang Xi's mood was off.
He frowned slightly, and then a man's figure appeared in front of him.
