"Very happy."
"JD is going to hold twenty concerts in New York."
"I'm not going, I want to watch, you don't have to carry me all the way, just watching one is enough." Lu Xiaojiu didn't want Lu Bai to carry him the entire time; after all, he looked so fragile. "I don't dare to mistreat the delicate flower of Beacon Group."
Lu Bai laughed heartily, and Chu Lin heard Lu Bai's laughter even before he entered the room.
He looked puzzled at the window, wondering why the sun didn't rise from the west today.
The two of them were sitting in the living room wearing identical white shirts, whispering sweet nothings to each other. He wasn't sure what they were saying, but their laughter was so sweet—sweeter even than lovebirds in their honeymoon phase. It was blindingly sweet, hurting Chu Lin's eyes like a bright light.
He glanced at the report in his hand and decided against going in as a third wheel, feeling he would certainly be a high-wattage lightbulb.
