While she was talking with Ai Lun, Emperor Quan had already walked ahead, surrounded by a throng of people, taking large, resounding steps. His expression was just like Iron Hand's; not even a sidelong glance did he cast her way.
Damn, what's with the airs?!
Zhan Se snickered inwardly with a cold laugh, furrowed her brows, and glanced at his retreating figure before turning to look at Ai Lun.
"Did he agree to let you come over?"
Ai Lun knew who she was referring to, squeezed her shoulder, and sent a particularly daunting coquettish look her way.
"Of course. Hey, Zhan Se, I never thought Fourth Brother would be so easy to talk to. I just told him I've fallen for his Iron Hand. I hadn't even mentioned going to the ZMI Agency yet when he voluntarily told me about your trip to Yilan. He obviously gave me the opportunity, it was so supportive!"
Is that so?
Zhan Se didn't know what was going on in Surname Quan's mind and couldn't be bothered to guess his thoughts anymore.
