Chu Yanqing lowered his head to carefully calculate the two pages of accounts, and suddenly heard the boy slamming the teapot next to his ear. He frowned and raised his head to blame, but saw a young man standing at the door, staring at him and just smiling.
He couldn't help but be in a daze for a moment, and all the hustle and bustle of the comings and goings fell into one look.
Lu Yansheng raised her eyebrows and called him with a bit of teasing: "Yan Qing."