Most of the time, it was to provide a cover for the tender moments between Zhang Xiaomeng and Murong Yu.
A kiss that lasted for minutes left Murong Yu nearly breathless. It was only after Zhang Xiaomeng released her that she could gasp for air.
With an extremely soft voice, she blamed Zhang Xiaomeng, "You bad boy, you're too crazy."
"This is a networking event, you know."
Zhang Xiaomeng laughed, "But I saw you enjoyed it."
"Ah, stop talking," Murong Yu said bashfully in a low voice, her hand still gently patting Zhang Xiaomeng's chest.
Murong Yu was indeed getting emotional.
Just as Zhang Xiaomeng was about to make his next move, Murong Yu's phone rang.
"Grandpa sent me a message, he said he has gone back."
The corner of Zhang Xiaomeng's mouth curved into a smile, "Does that mean you're not afraid of being seen anymore?"
"Stop it, Xiaomeng," Murong Yu looked at Zhang Xiaomeng.
