Yan Song chuckled to himself, while Yun Ya's face grew even redder.
Seeing Yun Ya stand up, Qinglan, who was sitting beside Yan Ke, immediately got up to follow.
From a corner diagonally across, a gaze frequently looked over. Yan Song frowned slightly and shot a cold glance back, instantly meeting a somewhat stunning yet somewhat flustered gaze. The person hesitated for a moment before hurriedly turning their head.
Yan Song furrowed his brow and casually lowered his gaze.
"Miss, what are you looking at?" Lau Xiang asked curiously.
Liang Wenrou hurriedly replied, "Nothing... nothing at all." But her slightly flushed face and evasive eyes couldn't escape the attention of her perceptive agent.
