Informing the elder colleagues about this matter, Luo Ye and Zhao Qianqian were more than happy, both of them eagerly looking for a legitimate reason to wander around.
Unexpected news often brings unexpected effects. As of now, dealing with Zan Wenxing is a minute's matter, but the underlying threads are still partly hidden. Maybe walking more, listening more, might yield some results.
"Luoluo, lend me your shoulder for a moment, I'm almost holding something in," Having left the Cultural Troupe courtyard and finding no one around, Zhao Qianqian could no longer hold it and started to laugh wildly leaning on Luo Ye's shoulder.
Luo Ye rolled her eyes, looking at the sky: "It's not that big of a deal, is it?" Although saying this, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up.
