Su Yan stood outside the restroom in the corridor, Tang Moshu stepped forward and walked up behind him: "Ah Yan, you had a pretty good haul today, huh."
Hearing her, Su Yan turned his head to glance at her; Tang Moshu stepped up close to him, nearly touching, with a smile in her eyes, her red lips curled up, hinting at a playful tease: "Ah Yan, why so cold toward me?"
Su Yan slightly pulled away, his gaze passing over the top of her head, looking at the restroom door, seemingly waiting intently for Su Zhen to come out.
Tang Moshu, unwilling to give up, stepped closer again, "You know how I feel, why can't you spare me one more glance?"
Su Yan withdrew his gaze, looked down at her, his expression somewhat impatient, "Stop focusing on Yi'an, and don't make me dislike you even more."
"Hehe." Tang Moshu chuckled softly, "So you mean, you won't accept me now or ever?"
