Tang Zheng called Fu Huai'an over as though he was the owner, the words 'familiar acquaintances' sounding as though it had another meaning behind them.
Lin Nuan's ears flushed red and she could only place her chopsticks down to move her bag away. Her face had on an awkward expression as she contemplated how to explain the matter of her alcohol allergy to Tang Zheng so that he wouldn't bring the matter up with the station.
The sound of Fu Huai'an pulling out the chair rang out beside her ear, and Lin Nuan placed her bag on her lap, grabbing it tightly.
Fu Huai'an removed his jacket and placed it on the back of the chair before sitting next to Lin Nuan relaxedly. Crossing his legs and leaning back in a casual manner, his mature vibe was apparent.
