Of course, it was impossible to get a mahjong table.
In the end, Zhao Jiande had no choice. He thought of how Jiang Zeyu's seat was in the last row. Since there was no one in his seat, he temporarily switched Jiang Zeyu's deskmate with Jiang Yu.
He also swapped the materials on the two people's tables and brought two more chairs so that the four of them could sit together in the last row. If they sat in the front row, they might be too distracting.
An Yimin was wondering why such a change had happened.
He was a simple man. He listened to Zhao Jiande's arrangement and sat in the back. He thought that there must be a reason for Zhao Jiande's arrangement.
As soon as he sat down, he saw the red-haired young man at the door walk over and sit in the empty chair at the desk next to him.
