It seemed like Yu Yuehan was about to see through her soul with his scorching gaze…
Nian Xiaomu was so nervous that she stopped breathing.
For some unknown reason, her heart palpitated at an insane rate as she watched Yu Yuehan advance toward her.
It was as if her heart would bounce out of her throat at anytime.
He walked all the way up to her and only stopped in his tracks when he was right in front of her.
With a deep and soulful gaze, he stared fixedly at her.
That stare got her uneasy. She opened her mouth and asked him instinctively, "Young Master Han, do you want to take my seat?"
Nian Xiaomu shifted to the side hurriedly as she spoke.
The seats at the front had already been fully taken.
Only the last row had empty seats; Nian Xiaomu and Chen Zixin, who arrived last, were the only ones seated there.