Yun Zijin and Sheng Yang entered the villa together. Once inside, they saw a lively gathering on the lawn, with guests in all kinds of outfits mingling and drinking.
"Second Young Master Sheng! Good evening!"
Sheng Yang and Yun Zijin had just stepped into the villa. Sheng Yang was about to lead her toward the macaron display when someone blocked their path.
Sheng Yang's brow twitched. 'Can't this person see we're in the middle of something?'
"Mm, good evening."
In truth, he had no idea who this person was.
Plenty of people tried to cozy up to him at these parties. He remembered very few of them.
"You might not remember me, but we met at the last race on the South Suburb mountain road."
At the mention of that race, Sheng Yang's expression soured.
"Oh. It was crowded, so I probably didn't notice you. Was there something else?"
Sheng Yang didn't say he didn't remember, but his every word implied, 'I don't know you.'
