Lan Mu has never been one to explain himself. To him, the words exchanged with Zhou Sicheng were already crystal clear.
After all, Zhou Sicheng only appeared to be a goofball on the surface; his insight was no joke.
He took off his clothes, changed into pajamas, and, clutching his laptop and phone, headed to the office hall.
Zhou Sicheng struggled to digest Lan Mu's words for a long time. The first thing he thought to do was pull out his phone and text Zu He, "Ahe, why do you think Amu has never given Sangsang a straight answer all these years?"
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Upon arriving at the office hall, Lan Mu turned on his computer; as the screen lit up, he was suddenly reminded of the night he saw the side of a man's face on Yan Zao's computer screen, which she had been staring at so intently.
"A celebrity I really like."
Had she gone to meet that celebrity?
