Chen Jiehui and Yi Yun did not expect to encounter him here.
Chen Jiehui silenced himself, coughing lightly with some embarrassment. With his status, screaming with a young girl that appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen in a hospital corridor was indeed unbecoming. Being seen by acquaintances only made it seem like he was not magnanimous enough.
"Young Master Qian, what a coincidence." Chen Jiehui walked past Gu Qili to greet him, his hand already naturally reaching out. At this moment, he could only pretend that he did not recognize her.
However, Mu Shuoqian did not look at him; his gaze fell on the person who remained silent the whole time.
She stood with her back to him, reaching only to his chest. Her jet-black hair was casually tied into a ponytail with a black elastic band, without any adornment, simple and generous. The back of her red ears, next to some playfully curled tufts of fluffy hair, stuck tightly to her snowy white scalp.