“Tang Feng, it’s fine if I do it.” Holding an umbrella, the short girl raised her hand high above her head to block them both from the rain.
Tang Feng raised his head and evenly met Ge Chen’s gaze. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a smile. “What a coincidence.”
Somewhat indifferent, Ge Chen nodded slightly at Tang Feng. “Right, did you come here to eat?”
“No, there’s an audition,” Tang Feng replied.