Qin Churou hadn't initially entertained such thoughts; she merely assumed Fu Hanchuan had come to find Qin Sheng. But now, an uncontrollable surge of hope rose within her.
She had just bumped into Fu Hanchuan, yet he hadn't noticed her, nor had he greeted her.
Was it possible that this man had truly come looking for her?
Qin Churou nervously gripped the hem of her shirt, her heartbeat accelerating as Fu Hanchuan drew nearer.
She had already prepared herself to say something.
Fu Hanchuan stopped about a meter away from her. Qin Churou lowered her head, noticing the sneakers on his feet.
"Excuse me," Fu Hanchuan's cold, melodious voice resonated.
Zhao Jia was thrilled and whispered, "Churou, he's calling you."
Qin Churou lifted her head, her face flushed. "You're here," she said, adopting a familiar tone, as if Fu Hanchuan had indeed come to see her.
