Hannah waved her hand carelessly, "Did you hear my conversation with Jackie Qualls just now?"
James Landon looked up at the person in front of him.
She was standing against the light, with large sheets of glass behind her, and warm orange twilight scattering on her shoulders. A few dark strands of hair fell down on her pale neck, delicate and soft.
Those eyes blinked lightly at him, even brighter than the sunset outside the window.
Hannah waved her hand in front of James, "Are you okay?"
James was taken aback, but luckily, the long fringe hid the expression in his eyes, "Yes, I heard."
After saying that, he anticipated her question and took the initiative, "The mentor can vote, I'll vote for you."
Hannah was pleased, her smile both innocent and charming had James momentarily entranced.
By the time he regained his senses, it was already dark, he was sitting in a car going home.
