Comrade Xiao Qian turned around and, smiling sweetly, took An Yang's hand and led him toward a side entrance of the Arts and Sports Center.
Ji Weiwei glanced at their clasped hands, pursed her lips, and walked alongside them.
An Yang decisively reached over and grabbed Ji Weiwei's hand as well, shamelessly continuing forward.
"Gasp..."
Ji Weiwei struggled a little and glanced around, seemingly feeling that the scene was far too indecent.
But she could not break free from An Yang's strength. Fortunately, there were not many people near the side entrance, so she gave An Yang an annoyed look, rolled her eyes, and let him have his way.
Holding the gentle and tender Comrade Xiao Qian's hand with one hand and the radiant, poised Ji Weiwei's with the other, all three pretended to be accustomed to this sort of thing. When they reached the side entrance, they took out the Group's identification card and their concert tickets and swiped the door open.
"Isn't this a little too blatant?" Ji Weiwei leaned close to An Yang's ear and whispered.
"Is it?" An Yang played dumb.
"Obviously. You're holding one woman in each arm. What will people think if they see you? What if my coworkers see this?" Ji Weiwei glared at him. They had already walked through the passage beyond the side entrance into the Arts and Sports Center, where they could see the sea of spectators in the stands and hear the deafening roar of voices. She hurriedly said to An Yang, "You should let go now. Let go!"
"Holding one woman in each arm..."
An Yang glanced at Ji Weiwei on one side, then at Comrade Xiao Qian on the other. He really did feel a little satisfied.
"Which hand should you let go of? Or should you