Nangong Jue looked over, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "It's actually him."
Le Yao blinked. They really knew each other. "The person pursuing Ai Chen?"
Nangong Jue's expression darkened. "Do you still remember Mei Yehan?"
"I remember. Isn't he a rotten peach blossom of yours?" Le Yao glanced at him meaningfully.
Nangong Jue glanced at Le Yao.
Le Yao was slightly stunned because the other party's gaze was a little serious. "What's wrong?"
Nangong Jue pondered for a moment, as if he was considering whether to speak. At this moment, the blond man had already seen Nangong Jue and Le Yao. He actually pulled Ai Chen away from the dance floor and walked over. He opened his arms to Nangong Jue from afar. "Sir Jue, long time no see." He spoke in English.
However, Nangong Jue stretched out a hand. "This is China, Duke Byron." He spoke in Chinese.
