In this bustling banquet hall, Ke Rouli stood with many youthful girls, everyone holding champagne, their laughter as bright as blossoms.
Then, Ke Rouli glanced at Qing Chen with a frequency of two or three times per minute, an unstoppable joy and respect in her eyes...
Qing Chen thought of what Ke Rouli had just said, and the more he thought about it, the more it seemed off.
He took out his phone amidst the crowd to send a message to Yi: "Did you set me up again? What's the deal with this Ke Rouli."
Yi replied: "You're asking me? You promised me more than two hundred girls, and yet you only focused on your own happiness, failing to keep your promise!"
Qing Chen's heart sank, knowing that when Yi began to evade the topic, it usually meant he'd done something to betray him: "Don't change the subject, I'm talking to you about Ke Rouli, what exactly did you discuss with her?"
