"Ah... you too, good luck, An Le."
"..."
It wasn't until An Le stood up with a cup of milk tea and walked towards the door that Yan Huan snapped out of the shock caused by the different An Le.
He glanced at Bai Yi sipping her milk tea, and at Ye Shiyu, who was squinting with an ominous aura.
After a moment's hesitation, he still stood up and chased after her towards the door.
"Tap tap tap..."
"An Le!"
"Y-Yes!"
Holding her milk tea as she walked out of the store, An Le's body stiffened from Yan Huan's call, and then she awkwardly bent her body, turned her head, and looked at Yan Huan who had chased her out.
Seeing her familiar reaction, Yan Huan suddenly felt that the An Le just now had merged with the soft and sweet An Le from the past.
"Xiao... Xiao Huan, what's up?"
Seeing this, Yan Huan smiled wryly.
Originally, he wanted to say, "Can we find a time to chat alone," whether it was about Spencer or the years they spent apart.
