Chapter 1862: He Doesn’t Have That Kind of Patience
"Who dares ridicule my precious daughter, you’re overthinking it. I’ll leave first. You and Mr. Yu, being young, probably have more in common, so I won’t stay here to annoy anyone."
After Mr. Yang finished speaking, he asked his assistant to pack up the golf clubs and then left the golf course.
"That day, I had to leave suddenly because something came up. I heard you went looking for me afterwards." Yu Xiuzhun glanced in the direction Mr. Yang had left, the smile on his lips fading.
Lazily sitting down on a lounge chair, he raised an eyebrow.
"I know, I didn’t take it to heart. It’s just that you left so abruptly, and later I heard someone got hurt at the banquet. I was worried about you, so I went to find you, wanting to see if you were okay."
Yang Meilan wore an adorable little dress, very refreshing and youthful, with a touch of intellectual beauty.
Her whole presence exuded a unique quality often found in art students.
Her speech wasn’t too fast or too slow, making her pace quite comfortable.
But Yu Xiuzhun just wasn’t interested.
After chatting with her for a bit, he couldn’t help but glance at the time.