Just when Chu Yi's palm was about to land on Zhu Yu's left shoulder, the girl sighed softly and turned around.
His hand froze in midair—he was unsure if he should put it down or keep it raised.
Zhu Yu did not expect that she would run into this man again. After a while of them staring at each other in speechless dismay, she finally recovered her senses.
She looked at his raised palm warily.
"Brother Chu Yi, what're you doing?" She took a step back.
Upon hearing her words, the uneasiness on Chu Yi's face was replaced by a grin.
At least this girl had better taste, unlike that Miss Lin he met last time—she actually made him seem old by calling him 'Uncle'.
How nice it was to be called 'Brother'—he felt that he had instantly become younger.
"It's nothing. I was just passing by and saw you, so I came over to say hello."
The suspicion in Zhu Yu's heart grew stronger when she heard this.
