Qin Jiaran awkwardly tugged at her lips, "Forget it, don't change seats, just sit here."
Her face was calm, but the hand holding her purse involuntarily tightened its grip.
In such a situation, no matter how well she feigned composure on the surface, she couldn't deceive her own heart; she couldn't remain calm.
As long as Gu Nanqiao was in front of her, she couldn't remain calm.
Qin Jiaran pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Fu Lingfeng, then asked softly, "Lingfeng, would you like some water?"
Fu Lingfeng's gaze involuntarily drifted somewhere else, completely ignoring her.
Gu Nanqiao saw only the periphery of Qin Jiaran's long hair and heard her gentle voice, feeling indescribably irked inside.
She wanted to get up and leave, but she knew very well that given Huo Jingting's temperament, he would not leave.
