Su Chaoyang pretended to be calm as he stood outside for a long while. But seeing all the students coming out and not finding that charming figure, his brow tightened for a moment. Eventually, he could no longer remain calm; he found himself stepping towards the multifunctional conference hall.
The conference hall was empty by now, with two cleaners tidying up the tables from front to back, pushing the scattered chairs back neatly under the tables. Right in the middle of the rows and rows of tables sat the girl he was looking for.
But, she was not alone.
Chaoyang's gaze deepened, and his facial expression turned suddenly solemn. Listening to Peng Yihui's fluent and standard English, and seeing Mu Xiangwan, usually a chatterbox, listening so attentively, occasionally nodding her head, the scenario seemed harmonious.
Even though he knew the boy was probably explaining a topic to her, Su Chaoyang still felt extremely annoyed.