Qiao Dongyang.
Chi Yue stared at her phone, zoned out for a moment, but didn't reply.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, she took a packet of braised beef out of her backpack, tore open the packaging, and started to eat it in a leisurely manner.
All along, she had been a composed person, even though the text message was from Qiao Dongyang—Mr. Qiao, the man countless women fawned over and the organizer of this program—it still seemed unable to ignite the slightest bit of enthusiasm in her.
"Miss Chi, reply received."
Another text message arrived.
Chi Yue glanced at her phone, her brows furrowing slightly, ignoring it…
She continued eating nonchalantly, her mind free of distractions, her expression serene.
However, when Qiao Dongyang actually showed up at her door, she was somewhat surprised.
—This didn't fit Qiao Dongyang's persona, did it?
