The question asked by Luo Qingli gave Qin Lang a slight surprise, he assumed that Luo Qingli would be struggling to leave.
He didn't expect that she would ask such a question.
Could it be that she is concerned about him?
With that thought, a flurry of unspeakable emotions welled up in Qin Lang's heart. It was something he wanted to grasp but couldn't.
It must be said, Qin Lang was reading too much into things.
Luo Qingli's concern was merely to avoid too much contact with him, she didn't want to owe him any favours.
"I..." Qin Lang's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.
Seeing their expressions from afar, an inexplicable hostility arose in Gu Yuying for Qin Lang.
But this hostility was not due to Qin Lang considering him an enemy, but more of an exclusion, a sense of crisis.
Gu Yuying's long and distinctive index finger slid to his nose, touched the rim of his gold-framed glasses, and his deep gaze made it impossible to decipher his thoughts in that moment.