Jian Anning frowned slightly, taking a step back with an indifferent expression, "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, you're blocking my way."
"MOON, can I have a word with you?" Lu Jiayuan also knew that the corridor, bustling with people, wasn't a suitable place for reminiscing. Besides, Yu Zexiao's makeup room was right next to his. He glanced back, then, without another word, stepped forward, snatched Jian Anning's arm, and before she could cry out in surprise, dragged her into his own room!
As soon as he closed the door, Yu Zexiao seemed to hear some noise and swung his door open, looking down the empty corridor. Shaking his head, he muttered to himself, "That woman, I don't know where she's slacking off again. When she gets back, I'll see how to deal with her!"
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