Ruan Qi opened her mouth, and a panic similar to being caught in early romance by the head teacher arose in her heart.
After all, a nineteen-year-old girl, even if highly intelligent, is still a child when it comes to love.
Moreover, at nineteen, normal people would still be attending high school. So strictly speaking, it was indeed early romance.
Ruan Qi nervously clutched the hem of her dress, "We, we..."
"We've been together since last November," Xi Jiu answered for her, "for over half a year now."
Nie Beilou's expression instantly darkened.
It was the same bewitchingly handsome face, yet while Gu Feiyang embodied young unrestrainedness, Nie Beilou's was tinged with the sharpness and steadiness of decades.
Ruan Qi was most afraid of two people: one her biological mother, and the other her mentor.
Squirming uneasily in her chair, she twisted her little buttocks and fiddled entangledly with the tablecloth with both hands.
Bang—clang!