What Avails This Beauty?

Qi Shejiang moved to the front, and Xu Siyu stood up, stepping back into position at the table. Qi Shejiang asked, “What were you chatting about earlier? Saying your generation is big?” “Hahahahaha!” Amidst the audience’s laughter, Xu Siyu repeatedly waved his hands, saying, “No, no, no, I’m not of a higher generation than you!” He got timid, and laughter surged again. “It’s fine, don’t be scared,” Qi Shejiang feigned nonchalance to the audience, “my partner here, aside from everywhere else, is just not much of a thinker when he talks.” His gaze fell to the audience, only to see the empty seat left for Xia Yiwei had been filled by someone. Wearing a mask with long curly hair, it was indeed Xia Yiwei who had hurried over. Xia Yiwei caught Qi Shejiang’s gaze and awkwardly nodded. Qi Shejiang felt warm in his heart; after all, Xia Yiwei showed up. This was the third thing that made him happy today—first was hosting the special performance, second was recognizing his junior brother. Xu Siyu exclaimed, “You picked me, so let’s skip the useless talk.” Qi Shejiang looked up, saying, “Still a bit unwilling, though. The selection of the concubine was rather hasty; I just settled for something similar, mainly because my family was pushing me too hard.” The audience responded with laughter. Laughter and teasing filled the air. They loved hearing this topic.