Li Yuan chuckled and launched his counterattack. "Well, who told you to be third wheels? If you're going to be a third wheel, you need to accept the consequences."
Gao Xin, looking as if she'd had an epiphany, cheekily added, "I get it now. Director Li thinks we're a nuisance getting in the way of his private time with Zhijin."
"Oh, is that it? Li Yuan, you should have just said so. We don't want to be third wheels either," Li Lanrong pouted, waving over Liu Jia and the others who were trailing behind them.
"Hey, hey, hey! Liu Jia, Wu Hao, Qiang! You three need to read the room and stop being third wheels."
Hearing Li Lanrong's voice, which was like the chiming of silver bells, Liu Jia felt as if ants were crawling in his heart—an itchy, indescribable sensation.
Wu Hao, looking at the lovey-dovey Li Yuan, cleared his throat. "Ahem, Yuan, sister-in-law, shall we get going then?"
