"Director Li, you're in quite a good mood. Are you having coffee here?"
Lin Hua blocked Lee Tianhou's path, and made some fun of him. His gaze passed Lee Tianhou, and shot towards Qiao Ann's body.
Qiao Ann immediately stood up, this time, Lang who was seated at the side stretched out her hand to block Qiao Ann's path.
"Wait …"
"You … What are you going to do? " Qiao Ann immediately pushed away Lang's wrist. In this stalemate, the tattoo on Lang's wrist was faintly discernible, and it immediately attracted Lin Hua's attention.
"Wait and see what's on Lang's wrist later."
Lin Hua moved closer to Lin Chaohui's ear and used a voice that only two people could hear.
"Mm, alright."
Lin Chaohui nodded, went around Lee Tianhou and walked towards him.