Xu Xiangyang opened his mouth in astonishment, his mind in chaos.
The girl who had just been sitting on the armrest and swinging her legs had vanished. In her place, her figure appeared not far away, silently overlooking him. Of course, the reason was not that she had walked down and then moved over there...
It was because the false illusion had disappeared, and the real Zhu Qingyue had appeared.
The reason for his confused mind was surely not curiosity about how she had changed positions right under his nose—
"When, when did you get here?"
Seeing their squad leader, his subconscious first reaction was just this question, almost without thinking.