Yan Yue felt completely miserable, he really couldn't understand what kind of 'misfortune' he'd encountered, otherwise why would he repeatedly find himself in such awkward situations?
Though Yan Yue internally complained in various ways, outwardly he didn't reveal any hint of it. With a indifferent expression, Yan Yue walked towards the handsome man sitting on the swing, stopping two steps away from Yu Siand.
Yan Yue crossed his arms, looking down at Yu Siand from above, then slightly furrowed his brows and said, "What wind blew the Heavenly Emperor to these humble premises?"
When he said this, Yan Yue had a fake smile plastered on his face.
As soon as Yan Yue finished speaking, Yu Siand stood up from the swing, lightly flicked off the barely noticeable dust on his sleeve, and with a cold tone said, "I've waited for you for forty minutes, aren't you going to invite me in?"
