Lu Qingyan's furrowed brow suddenly relaxed when he heard this inner voice; he turned his head and saw Jiang Nanshu looking at him with an irritated face.
Seeing him look over, her expression instantly changed, her eyes filling with anger and grievance. "Brother Qingyan, what are you doing here with Sister Su Ran?"
[Isn't it still daytime? If you two want to do something, can't you wait until nightfall? Don't you know to hide a bit, and now you let me see this, do I have to be this miserable?]
Lu Qingyan: "?"
What to do? What exactly?
After being stunned for quite a while, he finally realized what was being implied and a trace of annoyance crossed his stunningly cold face. What was this woman thinking about all day?
He shifted his gaze away, ultimately explaining with a single word: "Coincidence."