He moved to open the rear door of Lan Mu's car.
Lan Mu's face turned cold, "Zhou Sicheng, don't you hurry up to get to the site, Zu He isn't here."
Business was pressing, and Zhou Sicheng ceased his gossip, "I'll ask you about it later."
He withdrew his head, stood up straight, and then remembered Yan Zao, "Oh, look who's here."
Lan Mu followed the direction Zhou Sicheng was pointing.
Just as Yan Zao entered the gates of the sports center, Lan Mu's eyes widened, shimmering with light.
He was stunned for a full three seconds before coming back to his senses, excitedly pushed open the car door, and jogged to meet her.
Zhou Sicheng watched from behind, sneaking a laugh.
Unfortunately, he had no time to linger on the gossip.
"Why did you come here?" As Lan Mu was nearly in front of Yan Zao, he slowed his steps.
Upon seeing Yan Zao's face, his own face changed dramatically, about to speak out, Yan Zao softly said, "Lan Mu."
Her voice was slightly hoarse, carrying fatigue.
