Accompanied by the delighted voice of a woman, a fragrant breeze seemed to flutter like a butterfly into Ye Guichen's embrace.
Immediately, low sobbing could be heard.
Ye Guichen spread his arms, somewhat at a loss, and when he looked down, he saw a charming face slightly lifted, looking pitifully at him with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Feng Chuchu?" Ye Guichen was a bit speechless, not expecting to run into her here: "Why have you come?"
"Brother Chen, you still dare to ask? You've been out of touch for so long, I almost thought you were dead." Feng Chuchu pouted, looking aggrieved, completely ignoring the surrounding gazes, as if Ye Guichen was the only one in her eyes.
Ye Guichen was a bit embarrassed being held like this by a great beauty.
However, before he could say anything else, an angry voice rang out: "Chuchu, who is he?"
