"..." Wen Jie looked down at her, his gaze deepening slightly. "Then what do you want to do?"
Shen Lang smiled gently, her voice sweet and coaxing. "Let's go get our seats back, okay?"
"We were the ones who were late." Wen Jie looked down at her, his brow furrowed slightly.
"But we bought those tickets." Shen Lang's eyes were full of disapproval. "Even if we didn't show up, someone else shouldn't be sitting there."
Wen Jie stared at her fixedly, feeling that there was something fishy about her reaction. But her eyes were as clear as water, revealing nothing unusual.
After a long moment, he seemed to give in, saying slowly,
"As you wish."
The concert had already begun.
The singer on stage was enthusiastically interacting with the fans below. Shen Lang pulled Wen Jie back to their original seats.
"Excuse me, these are our seats."
The wildly enthusiastic fan sitting there didn't hear clearly and shouted, "—What did you say?"
