Yao Qing glanced at Si Yu from the corner of her eye.
Si Yu happened to meet that look and in an instant felt her throat tighten, and all the words she had wanted to say suddenly got stuck.
...Back in high school, she was soft and gentle like a sheep, but in just a few years, how had she become like this?
Looking at Yao Qing's slender yet shapely silhouette and her exquisite and indifferent profile, she bit her teeth.
Yao Qing found a seat nearby and her gaze swept around the large round table.
She didn't see the person she was looking for.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her phone suddenly chimed.
Picking up the phone, she frowned subconsciously at the screen.
Yu Yanshen.
She quickly hung up the call, but the man on the other end called back immediately.
She activated the Do Not Disturb mode.
Then a message popped up.
[Yanshen: ?]
Yao Qing didn't reply.
[Yanshen: ?]
[Yanshen: ?]
[Yanshen: ?]