Looking at that fawning grin plastered all over Leng Qiufeng's face, Ye Xuan suddenly got the illusion that he was being dragged off to a red‑light joint.
A perfectly good Goddess, and somehow things had gone totally off the rails!
Brother‑in‑law, you're not fake enough. Even if you do have this idea, shouldn't you at least dress it up and say Qiuge doesn't have an artistic bone in her body, while I, Ye Xuan, am a born artist, and only I can go with you to savor Qin Yitian's music?
What a vulgar playboy rich kid, couldn't be more tacky!
"Fine."
Ye Xuan thought for a moment, then decisively nodded. "Since brother‑in‑law puts it that way, I'll risk life and limb to accompany the gentleman. Three days from now, I'll go to Qin Yitian's concert with you."
