Xu Huaisong looked down at his hand hanging in the air and asked, "Can you still hold this hand?"

She was about to say "shake", but she immediately answered the second half of the sentence: "If you don't hold it, just hold it." After that, she held her hand and took her into her arms.

Ruan Yu was so shocked that he said "ah" and the next moment, there was a dull bang at the corner of the corridor, and someone's head hit the wall.

The two men who were in the hugging position turned their heads together.

At the corner, the soprano player who had been yelling in the elevator before poked out half of his body and said, "I'm sorry, I'm back from training late and walking on the stairs. When I heard that you seemed to be acting in the script, I was curious. I'm sorry, I'm disturbed..."

Xu Huaisong, Ruan Yu: “…”

Ruan Yu stiffened his hands and feet, slowly broke free from Xu Huaisong's arms, tidied up his clothes, tidied his hair, and smiled at Sun Miaohan: "I'm talking about the script. Just after the scene, let's go in and pick up the details first." As he said that, he pulled Xu Huaisong's sleeve and pulled him into the room.

In public places, no one can blame anyone in the corner of the wall.

The door was closed, and she covered her face and looked at the sky: "I'm so embarrassed..."

Unexpectedly, Xu Huaisong suddenly leaned over from behind and asked seriously: "I'm in, what details do you want to pick up on?"
Chapter completed!