Wen Ruan hadn't been to Rhythm Gym recently because of her period, but she had chatted quite a bit with him on WeChat.
However, their conversations were more restrained, not as carefree as in Huaying Creative Park.
Just as she was about to look away, a familiar figure caught her eye.
He was standing in the coffee shop on the first floor of Building B, his back clad in an LV bag.
Even in loose, wide-legged trousers, his large, prominent buttocks were very noticeable.
Tang Song lifted the corners of his lips and walked briskly into the main entrance of the building, heading in her direction.
As he got closer, the familiar scent of his perfume wafted into his nostrils.
Tang Song was just about to reach out and pull her arm when Wen Ruan, sensing something, subconsciously shifted a step to the side, avoiding his hand.
With a frown, she turned around; then her face showed surprise and delight.