In the distance, Wen Haoyi was having a conversation with someone whose back was turned to them. His posture was relaxed, his expression warm. The way he leaned in slightly, the way his eyes softened, the subtle curve of his lips—everything about him screamed intimacy.
It was an unusual sight.
Ye Xinren, Shen Ke, and Tang Shilin exchanged glances, their curiosity morphing into disbelief. Of all the things they expected to witness tonight, seeing Wen Haoyi on what looked suspiciously like a date was nowhere on the list.
Especially not for Shen Ke.
Just earlier, he had invited Wen Haoyi to join them, but what he got was a classic reason—busy. Yet here he was, clearly not busy—at least, not in the way he had implied.
Shen Ke scoffed. "Did he seriously just lie to me?"
Ye Xinren, equally taken aback, nodded. "Since when does Wen Haoyi have a boyfriend?"
