Having said what needed to be said, Qin Youbei didn't dare to linger for another moment, making a beeline back.
She certainly didn't forget Gu Xiao's bizarre prohibition.
Seeing Qin Youbei's unfeeling departure, Zhou Xiyu felt utterly wounded, the anxiety in his heart growing deeper—he realized that it really might be impossible for him to be with Shell.
Qin Youbei returned to her seat and noticed that the air at this table seemed colder than that surrounding it.
She swallowed subconsciously, her face regaining a hint of a faint smile, and then looked at her unwavering man, saying, "I ran into a classmate, and it held me up a bit."
Gu Xiao's calm gaze settled on her face as his deep voice uttered two words, "Excuses."
His eyes were as sharp as blades, his words incisive, without a trace of disguise.
Qin Youbei couldn't help feeling panicked, clearly unable to defend herself.