Jiang Ruan looked at the crowd in front of her, her face expressionless, feeling as if her eardrums were about to explode.
"Sorry," she said, pressing her lips together.
"Oh my God! My goddess is so handsome!"
"Holy shit? Her voice is so nice!"
"Mom, I'm in love!"
Jiang Ruan: "..."
"What's the matter with you guys? Aren't you annoying?"
Abruptly, a gruff voice echoed in her ears. The previously lively crowd instantly quieted down. Over there, a boy had a basketball wedged against his waist with his arms, his rebellious gaze fixed on them.
The crowd fell dead silent.
"Are you not leaving yet?" asked Shi Tingbai, his face marred with irritation.
He appeared ready to start a fight.
The remaining people dispersed at once, restoring the quiet.
Jiang Ruan finally rubbed her forehead.
Shi Tingbai walked in front of Jiang Ruan, set the basketball on the ground, sat on it, and stared at her.
"What's that look for?" Jiang Ruan raised an eyebrow.
