Tang Anzhi glared at a certain someone, signaling him not to go too far.
Huangfu Zheng's expression was apathetic, he didn't even look in her direction, acting all high and mighty...
Tang Anzhi gritted her teeth and reached out to brush away that mischievous hand.
But instead, she found her hand grasped; so it turned out that his touching her leg was a feint, the real intention was to catch her hand.
But was it really necessary to make such a fuss? Couldn't he have just given her a heads-up?
The little movements on this side went entirely unnoticed by the people engaged in enthusiastic conversation on the other side.
Holding Tang Anzhi's hand, Huangfu Zheng played with it leisurely, while his other hand held a teacup, sipping tea with utmost propriety.
Unable to free her hand, Tang Anzhi just let it be, since the advantage he intended to take was not lost on him—after all, it was just a hand.
She was being generous...
Suddenly, her gaze fell upon the entrance.
