Zhang Zian quickly went downstairs and planned to visit Sun Xiaomeng's clinic to see what she was doing. He also wanted to refresh himself by taking a walk outside, now that his brain had been filled with endless English letters.
Passing the checkout counter, he casually said, "I'm going out. I'll be back in a minute."
When he spoke, he didn't look at Lu Yiyun because she was always immersed in painting when there weren't any customers in the store.
As he walked past the checkout counter, he suddenly felt a strange look come from behind him, and he stopped walking to look back at Lu Yiyun.
She was staring at his butt.
"Is there a stain on my trousers?" Zhang Zian patted his behind, wondering if the chair he had sat on up on the second floor was dirty and had stained his pants.
"No, no! Nothing! Nothing!" Panicked, Lu Yiyun came back to senses and hid her head into her digital drawing board, pretending to draw.