Feeling the other's somewhat cool hand, Su Chen marveled in his heart, for the sensation was simply too delightful.
It was as if he held a piece of Jiangnan silk, endlessly smooth.
Su Chen wished he could hold on like this forever.
However, in front of Chu Yue, he dared not behave in such a way. After all, if Chu Yu found out, he would probably be in trouble again.
He touched her hand lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water, and then he let go.
"Mr. Su, it was my misunderstanding before, I apologize to you," Murong Qingcheng said with a look of remorse.
"It's nothing; don't dwell on such a trifle," Su Chen shook his head, "And you did it out of concern for Yue'er."
"I can't thank you enough."
"You should know, most people in society today are afraid of power, like the students around us, they simply don't dare to speak the truth."
"Terrified of offending Fang Sheng."
"It's rare to see someone who isn't afraid of the powerful and stands by their principles."
