Huo Zhanting's cold eyes swept over the two of them, and he checked the time with a lift of his hand, "I've seen enough, can we leave now? During working hours, is slacking off a ploy to get a salary cut?"
An Xuan wanted to argue about something but was held back by Zhang Ya.
"We'll go back to work right now." Under the eaves, one must bow their head; Zhang Ya dragged An Xuan out of the office.
With the sound of the door slamming shut, An Lan, who had been sleeping with a peaceful expression, cautiously opened one eye. Huo Zhanting's amused voice rang above her head, "Get up now, they've both left."
An Lan let out a long breath and then sat up.
Huo Zhanting, somewhat displeased, embraced An Lan, propping his chin on her chin and muttered, "We are a lawful husband and wife, yet why do I feel like a secretive lover in your eyes?"
His hot breath sprayed onto An Lan's neck, and his tousled hair, like feathers, brushed tinglingly against her skin, making her body lean backward.
