Huo Shaojun wore a cool expression. Seeing Wen Sirou look their way, he reached out and gripped Jian Liangtong's shoulder. As Jian Liangtong moved forward, he used a bit of strength to pull her into his embrace. That action clearly declared his territory, full of possessiveness!
Wen Sirou, "..."
Jian Liangtong's ears burned with embarrassment, feeling a bit awkward.
Arriving at the table, Jian Liangtong nodded slightly at Wen Sirou.
Wen Sirou gave her a gentle smile, glanced at Huo Shaojun, and said, "Sit."
The two of them sat across from Wen Sirou.
Facing Jian Liangtong, Wen Sirou spoke in her usual soft, gentle voice, "What would you like to drink?"
"Lemon juice." Jian Liangtong replied, turning her head to look at Huo Shaojun beside her, "What about you?"
Huo Shaojun stared deeply at Jian Liangtong, his voice even gentler than Wen Sirou's, "You know."
