As the car was about to reach the small villa yard, Xiao Chong saw the lights and figures inside.
Reeking of alcohol, Xiao Chong definitely couldn't go home, otherwise he'd get chastised by Father and Mother Xiao. He gave Lu Shouyue a wry smile and said, "Looks like I can't go home tonight."
Lu Shouyue, understanding his intent, chuckled, "Well, perfect, come to my place, we can continue there."
Lu Shouyue's large flat hadn't even hosted his own parents overnight. The first visitor was a young man he had just met, which was quite remarkable.
Seeing the zithers in Lu Shouyue's music room, Xiao Chong, feeling spontaneous, started to play a tune, celestial music resonating beautifully.
Lu Shouyue leisurely sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and appreciated it, feeling utterly enchanted.
When the tune ended, Lu Shouyue opened his eyes, his gaze piercing as he looked at Xiao Chong and affirmed, "So, you are Qing Yang."
