"… Teacher Xiang?"
Xiang Wan did not know who said that.
At the hotpot restaurant, since she was the only one eating in the main hall, she was sure that it was directed at her.
Xiang Wan looked up. With the steam from the hotpot before her, she saw a group of people looking at her from the stairs.
There were a lot of people.
Both familiar ones and unfamiliar ones. They were all there.
Bai Muchuan was right in front of the group with one of his hands inside a pocket, looking as casual as always. He did not need to pretend to be dashing. Every angle, every pose of him, seemed to have been designed in a natural way that was just right for him to exude an aura of superiority.
Yet, from the way he gazed at Xiang Wan, it was full of concern.
Xiang Wan was certain that he was looking at her.
She was positive, unmistaken, and absolutely sure about it.
The concern in his eyes did not seem fake.
