At this moment, Fan Yubing, who had been watching their intimate gestures for a while,
finally snapped out of her shock and disbelief.
She awkwardly greeted Yan, "Yan."
The man who was planning to tidy up the young girl in his arms paused when he heard this.
He noticed Fan Yubing, who had been sitting beside them all along.
With a slight raise of his brow, he said, "You're here?"
"Yeah."
When Fan Yubing sat, her back was very straight, and even with her legs crossed, she still gave off a very proper and neat impression.
Today, she was dressed casually, in a white shirt and pants, with a pair of cool Martin boots underneath.
But unlike her usual carefree demeanor,
she looked at Yan, who was holding onto Yun Qiluo, with a slightly peculiar gaze.
Yet, Yan didn't feel that being intimate with his woman in front of others was a bad thing at all.
He didn't care about others' gazes.
