The backlit figure made everything blurred, yet that voice was all too familiar.
Luo Yilan subconsciously stepped back, her arm accidentally knocking over a steaming cup of instant noodles nearby. The magazine pinned underneath was instantly soaked with oil, and the dripping broth splattered onto her white shoes and socks. Yet, she completely forgot to walk away, merely staring fixedly with her eyes at the person who had walked in.
Zhou Wenhe walked in, casting a seemingly casual glance at the screen. Luo Yilan was grateful she had already turned off the surveillance; there was nothing on the screen at all.
Chapter 30