"I won't look!" Qiao Rui huffed angrily, turning her face away to look at the side of the corridor, a bit irritated.
Pei Liyan smiled lightly and said, "Let's go. Song Xun has personally taken your good friend back to Qingcheng and told us to go ahead without waiting."
Qiao Rui was astonished, "How do you know?"
"I just got a message." Pei Liyan showed the message on his phone to Qiao Rui.
Sure enough, the message was timely and punctual, arriving at five o'clock sharp, with the content: Brother Pei, I'm sorry, but please take Miss Rui and leave first. I have some things to do with my dear sister and will send her back personally later.
Qiao Rui looked at the message and was speechless.
She had not expected that she had been waiting in vain for over an hour.
Turning her head to look at Song Muyu's room door, Qiao Rui was at a loss for words.
Was Song Xun so eager to be affectionate with Muyu?
"You'd better not disturb them," Pei Liyan reminded.