The weather has entered the beginning of autumn, and the night is no longer as scorching as the day.
Ou Jue was wearing a black stand-collar shirt, the hem tucked into flawlessly pressed black trousers without a single crease.
Legs as long as a Korean oppa's, seriously.
He is truly the most restrained guy I've ever seen in a black shirt.
Xiyan took the can that Ou Jue handed over.
With her entire arm spread out, leaning against the Lamborghini behind her, Ou Jue glanced over, his well-defined face appearing even more profound in the dead of night, his voice low, "Idiot, tell me, what did I say to you the day we finished recording the show?"
"Aha?" Xiyan blinked her eyes blankly.
"Forgot? Hmm?" That last note carried a hint of danger.
Xiyan obediently held the can, "Boss, although you don't talk much usually, I really don't know exactly what you're referring to, can you give me a hint?"
