"Why did you come over?" Lu Xiaoyou asked Feng Zheyu as she approached him.
The elegant and handsome man lowered his gaze to look at her.
Upon seeing Lu Xiaoyou, a tender and lingering smile graced his lips, his beautiful eyes shrouded in the misty rain of June, resembling petals falling silently in the rain, making anyone look at him become entranced.
Lu Xiaoyou, already used to this divine appearance, had developed an immunity to his smile.
However, the female staff on set, upon catching sight of Feng Zheyu from afar, were already bewitched.
"I wanted to see you, so I came."
His voice was sincere and gentle, this was a tender confession, and in the ears of the listener, it didn't feel flippant. A less composed person would already be swooning and weak-kneed from his words.
Lu Xiaoyou didn't take it seriously, letting out a soft laugh, "Did you just get back from California? Don't tire yourself out."
