Mu Yan also sensed someone's gaze, flashed him a sweet smile, and instantly, those cold vibes in the air dissipated, turning into a warm and blossoming spring.
He suddenly got up, walked over to hand her a plate of snacks, and asked, "Hungry?"
"Not really." Mu Yan took the snacks, popped one into her mouth, and watched as he poured another cup of tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.
Mu Yan put down the snacks, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. The temperature was just right — neither too hot nor too cold.
Once Jiang Jingheng left, Lan Xi and Zheng Lu Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief, instinctively distancing themselves from Mu Yan.
Mu Yan turned her head and looked at the two, surprised, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," the two replied with an awkward smile.
They dared not mess around with her anymore; otherwise, Brother Jiang might think they were bullying her.
Thinking of the look Brother Jiang gave them earlier sent shivers down their spines.
