Shang Tao grinned and laughed, "I always knew you'd forever be a little direction-challenged."
Song Song felt embarrassed, especially in front of him. She scratched her head, smiling as she walked over to Shang Tao's side, "Actually, it's okay. But it's my first time coming to Dynasty, so I'm not too familiar."
"Baozi, why are you trying to sit here with me?"
Just as Song Song was about to sit down, Shang Tao shooed her away, "Didn't you see that your little uncle is sitting there? You two are married, of course you should sit together."
"Ah!"
Song Song looked surprised, her small mouth slightly open, then she turned to look at the man sitting on the other side.
The man was just as she remembered: dressed meticulously in a black suit, his stern yet handsome face carried an air of elegance, and his deep black pupils were like ink, completely concealing what he was thinking.
At this moment, even though she was looking at him, she felt a vast distance between them, unreachable.
