Qiao An regained her composure in an instant, resuming her aristocratic and cold beauty, appearing too proud to pay attention to anyone.
Lai Qinghuan smiled faintly, holding the drone, with no intention of staying long.
"Hang Chen is still waiting for me outside, I'll go ahead..."
Before she could finish saying the word 'go', Ye Han had already entered.
His elegant figure, dressed in a white shirt, exuded a graceful aura like that of light bamboo.
"Qinghuan, are you ready?"
Lai Qinghuan, carrying the drone, strode forward to his side, "I was just about to say goodbye to the Third Young Master when you came in."
"Is it heavy? Let me take it."
Ye Han naturally took the drone from her hands, and between them, an indescribable atmosphere lingered.
Qiao An watched this scene, somewhat speechless.
Were the two of them together now?
Mu Jingxi came to her side and stood still, his thin lips slightly curved, "Hang Chen, you two...?"
