The atmosphere was a little stiff.
"…Professor Murong?" Murong Qiao called out slowly.
She could not be blamed for this reaction. The timing that Third Brother chose to appear was quite awkward.
Murong Qiao's hand was still on Huo Yichen's neck, wiping his sweat intimately. Meanwhile, Murong Chuan looked over with a faint gaze, making Murong Qiao feel that something was wrong.
Compared to Murong Qiao, who could still address him to ease the awkwardness, Huo Yichen sat stiffly at the side and was sized up by Murong Chuan's gaze.
Especially when he saw that his Little Sister was still wearing Huo Yichen's coat, Huo Yichen even felt a faint killing intent in the air.
Murong Chuan had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were even curved with a smile. He clearly looked very amiable, but the other two felt a chill run down their spines.
Murong Qiao slowly retracted her hand. "Um, I'll leave for a while."
