"Feeling shy? Jealous perhaps?"
Qingluo asked Lin Xue with a laugh.
"I'm not jealous, sister, I was wrong."
Lin Xue clings onto Qingluo's arm.
"That's more like it."
Qingluo chuckled, softening her eyes.
To her, Lin Xue was endearing.
Time slipped by, and soon it was past six in the evening.
However, Yuan Shitian had yet to arrive, but Chen Feng had stumbled upon Yuan Hao at South University.
Yuan Hao stood at a distance neither too close nor too far from the trio, on the edge of the basketball court, not daring to get too close to Chen Feng and the others.
"Yuan Shitian should be arriving soon,"
said Chen Feng.
"What makes you say that?" asked Qingluo.
"Because of him," Chen Feng pointed to Yuan Hao, "That man is Yuan Shitian's son. Right now, Yuan Hao dares to stand there watching us. This means that he is keeping an eye on us, waiting for his old man's arrival."
"Makes sense."
Qingluo nodded.
As expected. Half an hour later, a limousine approaches at a cool pace.
