Lu Zhou called directly.
After listening to Qiao Lian's account, Lu Zhou hesitated for a long time before muttering, "Maybe she just feels sorry for you, without that intention. Don't overthink, she's much older than you."
Qiao Lian looked at the crowd below, fingers clasping the railing of the corridor: "She held my hand."
"Cough, cough..."
Lu Zhou couldn't stop coughing.
It took a while for him to recover: "Qiao Lian, what do you mean? You don't like her, do you?"
"...I don't know." Qiao Lian lowered his eyelashes.
"Qiao Lian, she's much older than you, don't do something foolish!!" Lu Zhou said, "Let's meet up, wait for me at your school gate."
"...I'm not free right now." Qiao Lian said, "I'll contact you later."
Qiao Lian hung up the phone.
By this time, there were no students left in the corridor. Chuzheng stood at the stairs, signaling him to come over.
Qiao Lian stuffed the phone back into his pocket, hesitated, then walked towards Chuzheng.
