The eyes of everyone first fell on the two people who came in, then on the tightly clasped hands between them. Finally, someone coughed, and Lan Xinxixi's scream echoed in the private room.
"Ahhhhh, what is going on?"
Before the scream ended, Yu Wenhao suddenly felt his arms empty. Everyone saw a flash, and then realized there was a familiar figure at the door with their back to them.
The men watching couldn't help but twitch their mouths. What kind of speed is this? If not participating in the Olympics sprinting, it's a waste of talent.
Then one by one, they stood up from the sofa and walked towards the two who just came in.
An Nan's right hand was tightly held by the man beside her, and he had no intention of letting go. Lan Xinxixi could only glare disapprovingly at her overbearing brother, then took An Nan's left hand, her tone full of provocation: "Nannan, Nannan, my dear Nannan, how could you so easily agree?"
