193. White Horse Cup

The next morning, a hotel buffet on the first floor.

A man and two women picked up their breakfast and sat facing each other.

As soon as Mou Keyan sat down, she winked at Yu Qingyue, whose movements were noticeably slow.

Yu Qingyue, with her eyes cast down, couldn't bear to meet Mou Keyan's gaze, and her cheeks flushed with color.

"Qingyue, last night it sounded like there was a kitten mewing in the hallway. Did you hear it?"

"Ah? Hahaha... I don't know, I was sleeping too soundly."

Yu Qingyue lowered her head and pretended to be an oblivious beautiful ostrich as she sucked on the straw of her hot drink.

"That's a pity, then. The mewing was really cute."

Mou Keyan raised her eyebrows meaningfully, and the two engaged in a well-understood silent conversation.

"Qingyue, do you rarely come to the office for work?"

Lu Jincheng intervened timely, turning his head to look at Yu Qingyue.

"Yes, our school is a bit far, and the commute is rather troublesome."

Yu Qingyue nodded.