Huo Zhanting noticed Lin Zicheng's gaze, and he slightly lifted his eyelids, his sharp eyes landing on him. Lin Zicheng suddenly coughed twice and quickly lowered his head. An Lan saw this and hastily handed him a tissue.
Under the table, An Lan gently pinched Huo Zhanting's hand, signaling for him to temper his demeanor. Huo Zhanting tilted his head and drank a sip of warm water, and at that moment, his cellphone rang.
After nodding to An Lan, Huo Zhanting walked to the side to answer the call. An Lan, watching his retreating figure, apologetically smiled at Lin Zicheng, explaining.
"Sorry, my husband always has a cold expression on his face; he's not intentionally targeting you."
"I know," Lin Zicheng said, though he couldn't help but feel surprised at An Lan and Director Huo's mode of interacting. "I thought in your interactions, you would be…"
Lin Zicheng didn't finish his sentence, but An Lan understood his implication.
An Lan spoke nonchalantly.