Qi Zhi glanced meaningfully at his friend who had cold sweat on his forehead, patted him on the shoulder, and took the lead to stride forward.
In Qu Jiuhui's line of sight, the tall, slender young man dressed in black, with a straight back, resembled a cold and hard black inkstone. Qu Jiuhui's gaze fell on Qi Zhi's six fingers, and the conversation the three of them had just had echoed in his mind.
【Two years ago, we met at the Golden Melody Awards ceremony.】