"What did Xu Ye say to you just now?" Quan Jue led Chi Jiao to the dessert counter and brought her a strawberry-flavored cake.
"Nothing." Chi Jiao took the cake and used a small spoon to dig a piece and put it into her mouth. She squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
Quan Jue leaned against the dessert counter. His handsome face was shrouded in the light, and his side profile was fantastically perfect.
He lowered his head and looked at Chi Jiao, his gaze filled with adoration.
Did this heartless little girl not know why he had come along?
In the huge hall, many girls subconsciously turned to look at him.
Even though Quan Jue was in Grade 12, he was no stranger to them.
He was both a top student and the most handsome guy in school. He was a shining figure wherever he went.
