"Did you have lunch with Zhou Wenbin?"
Lin Yan, who had just finished showering, slowed her clothes-folding movements as she heard Lu Chenyuan's voice outside the bathroom.
She knew Xi Murong would definitely tell Lu Chenyuan— that woman talks too much.
Lu Chenyuan was really good at holding his breath. It had been so long since she got home, and only now he mentioned it.
"Yes, we ate barbecue together at the mall near the school." Lin Yan emerged from the bathroom, "When you're free, let's go together. But it seems like you don't like barbecue much, complaining it makes the clothes smell."
Lu Chenyuan, who was watching the news, turned down the volume with the remote and draped his arm over the sofa, a relaxed posture.
"When did you two get so close? I didn't expect you to have such a wide circle of friends."
Lin Yan was very adept at reading the room—even though Lu Chenyuan's face was expressionless, she could sense the incoming low pressure.