Sister Xunwu couldn't help but wonder, how could the once frivolous and wild Young Master Ling from bars and nightclubs be so polite in greeting people?
He, who couldn't speak three sentences without a dirty joke, was being so courteous to her now?
The woman stared intently at Ling Ye, it was still the same face from years ago, with a slightly roguish aura between his brows, clear eyes, Peach-liked Eye seductive yet not lewd at all.
Xunwu watched, somewhat entranced.
After a long while, she paused and suddenly chuckled lightly, "You called me Sister Xunwu?"
Ling Ye had already downed a bottle of wine, scratching his head, "That's not important."
That's not important…
Xunwu seemed to have been struck at some painful spot, her gaze tightened, and her voice lowered, "You actually say it's not important? After not seeing each other for five or six years, should I thank you for not completely forgetting me?"
