Mi Yao looked ahead and saw Feng Yueming standing expressionlessly at the forefront—by his side was a familiar beauty, Ou Shanshan.
Ou Shanshan seemed joyful; she stealthily glanced at Feng Yueming several times, her young heart filled with thoughts she wanted to express but hesitated.
Had he gone to see... Ou Shanshan last night?
A mocking smile formed on Mi Yao's lips.
Just then, a dark and piercing gaze suddenly shone onto her face, "Mi Yao, why are you late?"
Mi Yao stiffened. She looked at the speaker... it was Feng Yueming, and he was looking at her.
Not just him, everyone's gaze swiftly shifted onto her. Mi Yao felt like she was a cheating student abruptly caught by the teacher, then dragged to the lectern for public criticism.
"I...", her delicate face flushed with both shame and... anger.
It was intentional!
"Come here!" Feng Yueming then extended his large hand toward her.
He was beckoning her to come.
