Han Xiayang narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth between his brother and the uniform-wearing An Nan.
"Haha, you two, do you have any good news to announce?" He felt that there was something ambiguous between them.
An Nan rolled his eyes vigorously, unsure of what to say, and gave Lin Mubai a warning look, signaling him to handle it.
Lin Mubai caught on instantly, draping an arm over the other's neck, and warned quietly, "Han Xiayang, cut it out."
His wife hadn't been won over yet, and if things got messed up, he would hold him accountable.
Han Xiayang sheepishly rubbed his prominent nose, grinning sneakily, "Alright, alright, I get it. The car's in the parking lot—let's go."
Saying this, he reached out to take An Nan's suitcase, but An Nan casually avoided it, "It's not heavy, I'll handle it myself. Thank you."
