Fan Sirui couldn't stop fiddling with his clothes to cover his embarrassment, embodying the spirit of perfectionism, he meticulously smoothed out his CK checked shirt until not a single wrinkle remained, feeling much more at ease.
A sly smile played on the corner of his mouth as he confidently walked in, stopping in front of Yang Yuran. He found those captivating eyes still looking toward the door and followed her gaze, feeling utterly embarrassed.
Behind him, there was no one; He Qian had fled. Given He Qian's recent string of setbacks and his tendency to self-reject when facing awkward situations, opting to escape was not out of the ordinary. However, Kong Tengyu shouldn't have run off with him.
