Hua Yan didn't speak, and Ling Yao had already stepped forward, blocking her figure, then gently raised his eyebrows at the two receptionists.
"So, are the two young ladies looking for a signature?"
Once the two girls heard this, they knew it was an indirect confirmation. Although they were wearing masks, their distinctive eyebrows and eyes could still be seen. Blushing, they cautiously took out the notebook they had prepared in advance and shyly handed it over.
"Rest assured, we won't say anything. It was just coincidental that we came over for registration and happened to see your names here, so..."
Ling Yao took the pen generously and wrote down his name, then turned around to pass the pen to Hua Yan, who also signed her name without hesitation.
"Actually, you should tell others about the good things you've done. After all, the words on the internet are really harsh. We're genuinely feeling unfairly treated for you."
