He Wenze couldn't keep up with Lian Xinying's running speed.
After all, this is a public place, and He Wenze still cares about his image.
Yan Ye was almost bear-hugged by Lian Xinying as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.
Public place, image — Lian Xinying didn't care at all!
Whether or not anyone was watching, whether or not Yan Ye cared, it didn't matter.
"Boohoo... Why are you so late coming down? I was so anxious!" Lian Xinying's voice choked as soon as she spoke.
Her emotions had already relaxed while chatting with He Wenze earlier.
Now seeing Yan Ye, she felt like a cat that had wandered off but finally returned home again.
After Yan Ye held her and put her down, he held her sweaty little hand, his demeanor relaxed, eyes clear, and his tone exceptionally calm, as if he hadn't been through anything.
"Don't you know to go home and rest, dummy."
