When Xia Yuxun entered, the atmosphere did not warm up; instead, a blizzard seemed to blow through.
She had just sat down in her seat when she couldn't help but rub her arms, "Is the air conditioning a bit low?"
Lan Haoyang quickly said, "Do you want me to have someone turn it up a bit?"
No sooner had his words fallen than a suit jacket, carrying a chilly aura, was thrown onto Xia Yuxun's legs.
It was Leng Sichen's.
Xia Yuxun glanced at Leng Sichen sitting beside her and said politely, "Thank you, President Leng..."
Lan Haoyang, seeing this, sat back down. He thought to himself, girl, the control for the air conditioning is actually in your hands, asking anyone else is useless!
Perhaps noticing that Leng Sichen was not in the right state of mind and seemed distracted, the group played a few rounds and sang for a while before wrapping up the evening.
