Tang Yanqi also walked up. In the bedroom, Sheng Jianan had changed into a shirt and was standing in front of the mirror tying a tie.
"You're going out?"
Tang Yanqi finally couldn't help but speak. The man standing in front of the mirror finished tying his tie and calmly said, "Hmm."
After a two-second pause, he added, "Gu Han's gathering, I'll be back later."
His tone wasn't exactly cold, just calm, as if he was merely completing a task.
Tang Yanqi said nothing. Sheng Jianan grabbed a coat and turned to leave. As he was about to reach the door, his waist was suddenly hugged from behind.
His steps halted, his back pressed against two soft spots. Tang Yanqi pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and explained, "I don't know how much of what I said yesterday you heard, but it's not what you think."
Sheng Jianan didn't speak, and Tang Yanqi didn't know what else to say. She tightened her grip slightly, and the room fell into an eerie silence.
