He Longze chuckled, "I'm not going to say anything."
He had never seen Ye Chenxi lose his temper before. Look at this kid, getting mad for a woman, it's really quite amusing.
Ye Chenxi, unable to bear it any longer, clenched his fist, his anger making it creak and groan.
Staring at the man in front of him, he raised his hand, about to throw a heavy punch, when suddenly, from somewhere, a sound as clear and melodious as a mountain spring began to play.
"Chenxi..."
Upon hearing the voice, Ye Chenxi's body trembled. What did he just hear?
Who was calling him? Why did the voice sound so familiar?
Was it her? Was it his Tang Xiaofei?
No, it couldn't be. What kind of place was this? How could she possibly be here? An illusion, it must be an illusion.
"Chenxi..." The voice called again.
