The residents of Three Lanes didn't leave. The staff members, finishing their work, were a bit afraid of being encircled by them.
Fortunately, Song Guanchao had laid it out plainly earlier. Knowing they were in the wrong, they didn't dare make a scene.
Only after everyone had left did they get up and slink away.
The police also left after they did.
Song Guanchao bought two cups of milk tea and walked over, handing one to Zhou Qian.
"Here's a milk tea for you."
Zhou Qian accepted it with a smile on her face.
At that moment, Wu Yun came out of the building, so Song Guanchao offered her the other cup.
Seeing Wu Yun take it as if it were the most natural thing, Zhou Qian realized that it certainly wasn't the first time Song Guanchao had bought her milk tea.
She felt a twinge of jealousy.
But remembering the scene from that night, the corners of her mouth lifted in a little smile.
