"Yaya." A crisp voice made Zhang Ya pause in her steps. She turned around reluctantly, having just prayed not to run into Lanlan at the office. How could she be so unlucky?
She took a deep breath, turned around again, and tilted her head to find Lanlan watching her with a mischievous smile. She instinctively stepped back and forced a smile, "Lanlan, when did you come down?"
"I was on the same elevator as you, Yaya. Didn't you see me? Well, your vision was probably blocked by the 188 red roses, so of course, you couldn't see me." Lanlan's teasing was almost palpable.
Zhang Ya was so flustered she could hardly catch her breath and coughed hard twice.
"Lanlan, are you being sarcastic?"
"Not at all, I just really admire my brother's initiative. It's a pity I missed the spectacular scene of Xiaoxuan delivering flowers to you today." Lanlan shook her head as she walked over, her face full of sincerity, but Zhang Ya couldn't help rolling her eyes.
