Just as Na'er was silently grumbling to herself, Leng Yaozhu finally noticed Lin An at the door.
She had been ready to keep arguing, but the moment her gaze swept over that familiar figure, she suddenly froze.
An'an?
Why was he here?
Worse still, the boy had his head lowered and his brows tightly furrowed, and he clearly did not look well.
Especially just now-he had clearly glanced her way, only to quickly look away again.
That dejected look made Leng Yaozhu's heart give a fierce tremble.
Oh no.
Had he misunderstood?
Did he think there was still something between her and Yun Ming?
The more Leng Yaozhu thought about it, the more she panicked.
The boy rarely took the initiative to express his feelings as it was.
Now that he had seen a scene like this, he might already be letting his imagination run wild. Who knew how upset he was inside?
At that thought, how could she spare Yun Ming any more attention?
"An'an!"
Lin An froze.
Before he could react, Leng Yaozhu rushed up to him and pulled him into her arms.
"When did you get here? Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"
Lin An: "..."
Wait, what was going on now?
Leng Yaozhu looked down at the boy in her arms. Seeing him still frowning without a word, she felt an even sharper ache in her heart.
"Why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell? Or did someone bully you?"
As she spoke, she tenderly rubbed Lin An's hair.
Lin An was utterly bewildered.
Wait, I was just scared of a ghost and worrying a little about my trait progress. What was with you reaching out and hugging me out of nowhere?
There were so many people watching!
Yet Leng Yaozhu had already gone