Watching Lu Tao leave, Yang Xiaoyun finally raised her head.
Lu Tao seemed very foolish to her, never realizing that her marriage to Wang Yan had been the result of a three-way compromise.
Of course, it was impossible for her to truly let it go. She had merely secretly buried all her grievances and dissatisfaction deep in her heart, refusing to show them.
So she neither cried nor smiled at that moment. Her expression was rather complicated, but in the end, she simply shook her head, lay back down, and continued listening to music.
A short while later, the young shop assistant returned with the milk tea.
"Boss, are you okay?" Sensing that her boss was unhappy, she could not help asking with concern.
There were only the two of them in the shop to keep each other company. Her salary was good, her social insurance was covered, and the boss paid for most of her daily food and drinks. She did not want to lose such an easy job, and she was afraid her boss might do something rash and simply shut down the shop.
Just like the milk tea she had gone to buy—the boss was treating, and she could simply take the money from the register herself.
"I'm fine. That guy's sick." Yang Xiaoyun took the milk tea and began drinking it. The sweet taste made her narrow her eyes happily, as if her bad mood had been completely swept away.
Just as Yang Xiaoyun was considering whether to inform Wang Yan and Mila, the bell over the shop door rang again. Looking over, she saw Xia Lin walk in, looking equally out of sorts.
"You two are really something. Couldn't you come together?" Yang Xiaoyun said irritably.
Xia Lin walked in and sat beside Yang Xiaoyun,