Jiang Fulai was indifferent to the songs for Yan Lu, his long and powerful fingers resting on the armrests on both sides of the seat, casually glanced at the computer screen, and then his gaze moved to her face.
She wore a celadon-colored top today, her hair was entirely pinned up with a pin that faintly emitted a purple hue, revealing a pair of dark eyebrows, her facial features exuded a lazy scholarly air.
"Come and take a look," Bai Lian didn't bother with Hu Yue's flooding messages, replying with two words to Dean Jian.
Jiang Fulai leaned over, his lips landing gently yet firmly at the corner of hers, "Wait for me a bit, let's go out for dinner."
He had casual wear on standby here, grabbed an outfit, and went to the bathroom at the back to shower.
Outside.
Jiang Xijue leaned on the bar, his eyes on the door to the lounge, casually talking to Ming Dongheng lifting weights nearby, "Xiaoming, is Miss Bai really in there?"