Lan Mu still gave them a glare and then led Yan Zao upstairs.
This was Yan Zao's first time visiting LY Club's office building, the first time seeing the work environment of Lan Mu, the second floor's railing allowed a direct view of every nook and cranny below, especially the basketball court.
A few young men had gone to play basketball again; listening to the thud of the ball against the ground, she felt a wave of fondness wash over her.
She couldn't help but smile with pursed lips.
Lan Mu noticed Yan Zao was watching the young men play basketball downstairs, his face changed, as his hand, which had been casually holding Yan Zao's wrist, slid down deliberately a bit, his five fingers forcefully wedging into the spaces between hers, interlocking with her fingers, tightly clasped.
She had questions at the tip of her tongue but did not ask them out loud.
