Wei Ziyun pushed the door open and saw Zhuo Xiangqiao sitting in the office, "When did you come over?" he asked in surprise. He wondered how he still remembered them; he thought he had long forgotten this group of people, tossing them into some forgotten corner.
He sat back down, propped up his feet, and asked Zhuo Xiangqiao, "What brought you here today?"
Zhuo Xiangqiao glanced at Wei Ziyun and said, "Can't I come over?" As he said this, he looked at Wei Ziyun, as if he had something to ask; his ears seemed to be tinged with a bit of red. Zhuo Xiangqiao's mouth moved, as if he was about to speak, but then he swallowed his words.
"That..." Finally, Zhuo Xiangqiao started to speak, but after two words, he stopped again. He hesitated, his earlobes reddening even more, and his eyes carrying a trace of embarrassment as he looked at Wei Ziyun.
