"Zaozao, I heard people from the LY Club are here, where are they?"
Wen Jing was eating breakfast when she heard from the waiter that someone from the LY Club had come, prompting her to come out. She was still holding a large meat bun in her hand, munching away.
"Wen Jing."
Yan Zao looked up at Wen Jing, her gaze seemed to be weighing how to start the conversation.
Anyway, it was clear she had something to say.
Wen Jing pulled out a chair next to her and sat down, asking, "What's up?"
"If I have something to do this Saturday..."
Yan Zao tested the waters with her tone, halting midway to see Wen Jing's reaction.
Wen Jing's expression changed instantly. She stopped chewing the bun in her mouth, then covered her ears with both hands and shook her head, "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it. We've been waiting for this concert for a long time, and we bought the tickets at nearly triple the price. You can't just not go."
