"It's okay," Su Wan smiled.
With such a huge online following, you get all sorts of people—plus, Qian Yu himself is quite a draw. His girlfriend fans flock in numbers, and the slightest stir can cause ripples; I understand that.
However, thinking about it, it must be exhausting, Su Wan couldn't help but feel some sympathy for Qian Yu.
She didn't say anything else and went straight to the point, "Shall we start the class?"
"Sure."
While Su Wan and Qian Yu were in class, not far from the CJ building, a black Maybach was parked at the side of the road.
Gu Nanzhou sat in the back seat, dressed in a neat black suit, his legs crossed, with his eyelids half-closed.
His expression was faint, with a slight curve to his thin lips, and a hint of weariness in his eyes.
Azhang didn't dare to breathe too loudly in the driver's seat. He watched the main entrance while stealing glances at Mr. Gu from the rearview mirror.
