He thought it was her.
She loved that color.
"Qiao Chen, what are you still standing here for? Are you waiting for someone?" After being chased, Zhou Xiaodong ran to his side and asked curiously when he saw him staring at the street.
Qiao Chen looked away and shook his head. "No, let's go in."
…
Qiao Chen booked a huge VIP room as the venue for the class gathering.
About a dozen people were attending this class gathering, and they were all on good terms.
Qiao Chen and the rest arrived first and ordered tea. Before long, the others arrived as well.
Qiao Chen would glance in the door's direction every time it opened.
But she wasn't among them.
Qiao Chen was the most popular and sought-after student.
A group of classmates surrounded him and asked him all sorts of questions. They were all busy recalling their friendship from the past few years and were obviously trying to get close to him.
Society was realistic.
