Lu Qingyan was just about to come in when he spotted Jiang Nanshu.
His cold gaze swept across her face and then shifted to Duan Huaiyu, seeming to feel that encountering Jiang Nanshu was somewhat unlucky, and he turned and left immediately.
"Hey? Brother Yan, I'm treating you; aren't you going to eat?" Yang Jiashu's voice rang out.
When he caught sight of Jiang Nanshu, he immediately shut his mouth and stood there awkwardly.
"Aren't you going to check on him?" Duan Huaiyu continued to ask.
Jiang Nanshu pondered for a few seconds before reluctantly chasing after him.
Upon seeing this, Yang Jiashu just stood still.
He watched as Jiang Nanshu ran out.
He shook his head and sighed, "A torturous fate, tsk, it's really a torturous fate."
Duan Huaiyu sat by the window, watching Jiang Nanshu's figure blur into the distance.
