Qi Younian's gaze flickered as he turned away from making eye contact with Yuran. "Isn't this just me caring about our artist under the banner?"
"Oh~~" Yuran's response trailed off suggestively long, eliciting blush on Meng Qiuyan's cheeks who tugged at Yuran's sleeve, "President Yu, please spare me."
This time, Yuran was slightly disinclined to believe there was nothing fishy between the two of them.
But considering it involved her own sister and Qi Younian...
The thought felt a bit chaotic.
Yuran sat down next to Bo Yan, wrapping an arm around his, and fell into deep thought.
Meanwhile, Meng Qiuyan turned her gaze towards Qi Younian, sizing him up before looking away.
Qi Younian felt the weight of the scrutinizing gaze, burying his head, not lifting his eyes, like a turtle retreating into its shell.
Kang Zhenyu, sensing the awkward silence, hastily said, "It's rare for the great movie star Bo and President Yu to visit. Are you here to have dinner? Supper?"
"Sure."
