Seeing Zhuang Long, the smile on Xiao Li's face froze.
Zhuang Long was wearing a rare black loose shirt. The top two buttons were not buttoned, and his exposed collarbone looked enchanting. The shoulders and chest of the shirt were decorated with small white decorations, looking like the starry sky in the night.
Xiao Li stared at Zhuang Long, her vision slightly blurry.
Under the table, someone kicked her gently.
Xiao Li suddenly came back to her senses and stopped being in a daze. She nodded at Zhuang Long and said to him in a calm and cold tone, "You're here? You're late."
Zhuang Long realized that the two of them were sitting opposite each other and not in the same row, so his expression became a little better. He walked over and pulled out the chair beside Xiao Li shamelessly. He sat down and asked Xiao Li, "How long have you been here?" When Zhuang Long said this, his head was away from Xiao Li for a long time.
Xiao Li's body turned numb.
