At this moment, Twilight was standing at the edge of the venue and quietly looking at Qiao Xi in the crowd. His long fingers gently rubbed a silver cufflink that was covered in complicated patterns. If one looked carefully, it looked like a coiled five-clawed golden dragon. The dragon's eyes were embedded with shining obsidians.
This was Qiao Xi's birthday gift to him last year. He had always been reluctant to wear it, so it still looked as new as ever.
Ye Qingyuan stood beside him and teased, "Twilight, do you know that you look like a fool now? You can't take your eyes off your Little Xi Xi!"
Gu Zheng glanced at him indifferently. "Is there a problem?"
"Since you're so worried, go help her. With Twilight's status in the cultural relics world, it's just a matter of saying a few words to help her. Why are you hiding here?"
Gu Zheng sneered. "Mr. Wu is here, so it'll be fine."
