At the entrance of the cafeteria, the two men and one lady were especially eye-catching. Unfortunately, the atmosphere was so stagnant that it was difficult to breathe.
Looking at Nan Jin, who was stubbornly blocking in front of her, impatience flashed across Murong Qiao's eyes. The corners of her mouth that were originally raised were no longer happy, and she pursed them into a straight line.
"I don't think we have anything to talk about." Murong Qiao didn't say much.
With Nan Jin around, Murong Qiao felt her mood change and it disturbed her appetite.
Nan Jin did not move. He stood stubbornly in front of Murong Qiao, his eyes flickering with guilt.
He looked at Murong Qiao stubbornly. "It's just a chat… Can't we?"
Nan Jin tried his best to lower his posture, even to the ground, just to beg Murong Qiao to give him some time to speak.
