Today, Hao Xuan is wearing a small suit, dressed in a particularly handsome manner. Although his face is expressionless and his heart is very helpless, he still has no emotions on his face as usual, just like a machine, he is free to be praised by others.

He didn't respond much until his eyes fell on a person, then his eyes lit up, and he strode past, finally he had a little other reaction, no longer lethargic.

"Xiao Jing, why are you here? And Aunt Lu."

Yu Haohuan was very polite when he was young, but his best friend Xiaojing was always in his eyes. Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing...