Luo Xiansheng stared at the back of Huangfu Huazhang, feeling a mix of emotions.
Da Sheng inherited the Tang Family's calm and independence, liking to keep personal and professional matters separate. Over the years, she interacted with many young people from distinguished families but rarely brought them to the store, especially during business hours. She once said, if customers saw her getting cozy with her boyfriend in the store, the entire store's tone would be ruined.
But she brought Huangfu Huazhang here, what does this mean?
His gaze lingered on Huangfu Huazhang's back, but Huangfu Huazhang seemed completely unaware, still sitting upright. It was Tang Yansheng, who had been meditating with closed eyes, who noticed first and frowned slightly.
"Little Sound, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong with me? Ha, you tell me what's wrong?" Luo Xiansheng twirled the keychain in his hand, chuckling indifferently.
