Murong Qiao felt a faint smell of jealousy.
She also saw Lu Ruman, who had followed Huo Yichen over and then turned halfway.
She stared at Lu Ruman and Zheng Yu's backs and narrowed her eyes in thought.
Huo Yichen didn't realize it. Instead, he saw that Murong Qiao was still staring at Zheng Yu's back as he left. His eyes darkened and he reached out to hold Murong Qiao's hand.
"What are you looking at them for?" Huo Yichen helped her tidy her messy hair. "If you're ready, we'll go and take the photos first. We don't have to wait for the others."
It had always been others waiting for him. There was no reason for him to accommodate others.
Moreover, if they rested well today, they would have more energy to play tomorrow.
Murong Qiao also retracted her attention. "Then let's go over first."
She didn't want to waste time.
