Song Shuheng returned after finishing his call, just in time to witness the scene. Chang Xuyu quickly withdrew her hand, moved away from Yi Zhuo, and sat back properly.
Yi Zhuo looked at her, raising an eyebrow slightly, his eyes filled with an irrepressible smile.
Song Shuheng clicked his tongue twice, walked straight to sit opposite the two, packed up the electronic devices on the table, and said sarcastically, "Back then, one wanted a divorce, and not even eight horses could pull her back; the other was a stubborn mule who wouldn't say a word. Only a year has passed, and now you're as thick as thieves. Truly, how, sigh, worrisome!"
Yi Zhuo ignored Song Shuheng's sour remarks and used the intercom to call the waiter outside to start serving the dishes.
"Xuyu's hand is a bit bloody. Shuheng, did you bring any supplies?"
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