Turning her head, she saw Ye Linlin walking in, her hair tied loosely, the bun behind her head was practically exploding, her backpack hanging casually on one shoulder, her clothes were unconventional, and there was paint smeared on the white cuffs.
As she walked, she played on her phone, her fingers jabbing at the screen rapidly, her lowered head revealing a frustrated face.
After walking in, Ye Linlin threw her backpack onto the sofa without looking up, walked straight to Ye Congzheng's back, and kicked the leg of the chair hard, "Move."
Ye Congzheng, jolted by her kick, bounced slightly in the chair, glanced back, said nothing, stood up, bent his knees slightly, and gently moved the chair aside.
Then he stood behind, waiting for Ye Linlin to sit down, while he pushed the chair closer with both hands on the backrest.
He then sat down in the seat reserved for Ye Linlin, right beside Ye Congjie.
