And Jiang Muwan, deeply understood the ways of this.
Toasting and exchanging glasses, coming and going, having a joyful conversation over drinks, with a light smile exchanging words.
Every single thing, she did them with great familiarity.
"Meeting again, Song," Hua Ya's voice sounded from behind just as Jiang Muwan was talking with Wen Jie.
Seeing the person who came, Wen Jie's lips slightly curled up, with a look as if ready to watch a good show, glanced at Jiang Muwan, and even took a step back, almost as if feeling like backing out from a battlefield.
Reckoning he couldn't wait to set up a stage for them.
Then he moved a chair, grabbed some seeds, watched cross-legged as if he was an audience ready for a formal show.
But Jiang Muwan?
Of course, she wouldn't fulfill his wishes.
At this moment, if there's a show to be sung, it must drag Wen Jie along to make it work.
Who doesn't want to be an audience?
