บท 217: The Unmentioned Past

The two of them might not have expected this scene to happen and could not help but be stunned.

Lu Qingye's hand froze there, and his expression was a little complicated, as if he was thinking about how to smooth things over.

Staring at his long fingers, the veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible. Meng Chuyuan could roughly guess why Lu Qingye reached out, but in order to ease the awkwardness between them, she naturally hung the bag in his hand.

When she let go, Lu Qingye felt the weight on his palm and came back to his senses. "Let's go."

"Aren't you working overtime tonight?" Meng Chuyuan followed him and they walked side by side on the street.

"Yes, I'm not working overtime."