Xia Yangyang looked at Lu Haotian's voice, and her heart suddenly sank.
In just a moment, Lu Haotian had already walked up to Xia Yangyang.
Xia Yangyang looked at Lu Haotian, but he felt strangely unfamiliar.
He seemed gloomy and reserved.
Not at all like the Lu Haotian she used to know.
Lu Haotian stood in front of them.
But his gaze lingered on their interlocked hands.
Xia Yangyang suddenly remembered.
Since earlier, Gu Qichen had been holding her hand the whole time.
Even now, he hadn't let go.
Xia Yangyang froze for a moment and hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand from Gu Qichen's palm.
But Gu Qichen didn't let go.
Gu Qichen spoke, "Mr. Lu joining the program's recording—quite impressive."
Lu Haotian looked at this seemingly composed and unwavering man.
His gaze never appeared confrontational.
But it always gave off this demeanor as though he stood atop the clouds. Even without uttering a single word, his look alone could unsettle someone.
After all these years.
