But similarly, Zhao Hanchen also saw Zhou Jingwei and Zhou Siheng by Cheng Weiyue's side, so rather quickly, he calmed himself down again.
Zhou Jingwei's eyes behind his golden-wire glasses were as calm as water, resting on his panicky and astonished face.
Both men were silently sizing each other up.
Zhao Hanchen knew it wasn't a good moment to rush forward recklessly.
Zhou Jingwei chose to endure for Cheng Weiyue's sake.
Qiao Jingxue's obliviousness was pushing everyone to the edge of a cliff, ready to ignite the situation at any moment.
Zhou Jingwei turned to Cheng Weiyue and whispered something into her ear before leaving with her.
Zhou Siheng was still standing in his spot with no expression, but the gentleness and scholarly elegance he had shown in the face of Cheng Weiyue and Zhou Jingwei was gone without a trace, only blunt disgust that felt startlingly cold was left in his eyes.
Yes, a glaring disgust.
