Apple juice?
Mu Anran raised her brow: he never liked drinks with flavor.
"Thank you," Yu Lingqian nodded indifferently, taking the drink and sipping it.
Mao Yan's face flushed with excitement: Young Master Yu drank her beverage, did that mean he took a liking to her?
Mu Anran tightened her grip on the fork and knife as she caught Yu Lingqian's movement from the corner of her eye.
Suddenly, she had no appetite.
Two heartthrobs each sat at a table, drawing attention equally from both sides, all women showing satisfied smiles.
During dinner, many male students went to toast the professors, getting somewhat tipsy themselves in the process.
Only Mu Anran and Yu Lingqian kept their initial postures, quietly bowing their heads to eat.
Nie Xiaoxun could not bear it any longer, "Mumu, why don't you serve some dishes to the heartthrob?"
Yu Lingqian preferred Chinese cuisine, and particularly light flavors, so he had hardly touched his chopsticks all evening.