Soft lips, carrying a trace of coolness, Yan Zao fell into their spell embarrassingly easily.
She propped herself up on the leather stool with her hands, leaning her upper body backward, her feet knocking together, playfully kicking in the air as she pouted, "Indeed, I really admire Weiwei, for her talent, her effort."
She boasted without a hint of embarrassment, still looking all innocent and naive.
Lan Mu almost couldn't hold back his exposure, stifling a laugh, he asked Yan Zao seriously, "Oh? Where exactly is her talent showcased?"
It sounded like he was belittling her.
Yan Zao glared at the man in front of her, teeth gritted.
Who was he looking down on?
Lan Mu, not noticing Yan Zao's emotional state, slowly put on his shirt in a leisurely manner.
The moment he raised his arms, Yan Zao caught sight of his abs, well-defined and quickly hidden by the clothing.
