C2532 The Mischievousness of a Certain Boss

"So slow."

Although no specific time had been agreed upon, Yao Ziyue still wrinkled her nose and chided Anvia and Bing for their tardiness.

"I got held up by something."

Anvia offered an apologetic smile and gently ran her fingers through Bing's soft, cool hair.

"Was it troublesome?" Qingyuan asked abruptly.

"Not at all," Anvia replied with a smile