The guests stared at the hallway leading to the living room, and after waiting for a tense minute, they finally saw the two figures they were waiting for.
"Su Wanyan!" Zhao Yichen exclaimed loudly, practically bouncing in his seat like a toddler. Han Jiho calmly smacked the back of his head gently. "Behave yourself, Chen," Han Jiho said, to which Zhao Yichen obeyed immediately.
Qin Yuran snapped out of her daze and immediately rummaged through her bag again, feeling more distressed. "Ugh!" Qin Yuran let out, annoyed at herself for forgetting where she put it. "Where is it?" she asked herself in frustration. Qin Yuran glanced at the doorway again, and seeing that they were still far away, hastened her movements.
