The next day.
Delia brought Lu Yan to the mall with him, but after waiting for a while, An'an still hadn't arrived. Furrowing his brows, Delia checked the time for the umpteenth. "Why isn't An'an here yet?"
Lu Yan wore a navy blue t-shirt with black pants that day. He just slumped against the wall, remaining impassive without showing an ounce of emotion on his face that was hidden under the cap he wore.
A sensual voice was heard. "Master Delia, I'm late."
It was An'an.
Lu Yan froze, lifting his eyes to steal a glance at An'an. An'an could feel someone looking at her with some displeasure. She knew that it was Lu Yan looking at her.
"An'an, you're finally here. Let me take you shopping today. You can pick everything, from jewelry to clothes and bags. Pick whatever you want."
Delia pointed at the sparkling jewelry in the display cases.
"Boss, I'm gonna go for a smoke." Lu Yan left.
…
In the stairway.
