The girl's voice had a pleading tone.
She kept pushing toward Song Yujing.
Song Yujing looked at the box of cookies, his body leaned back against the chair.
Avoiding any contact with the box of cookies.
In his eyes, instead of cookies, it was more like trash that had not been sanitized yet.
Song Yujing took off his gloves.
Expressionless, silent.
He couldn't recall how many times he'd faced such situations already.
He couldn't even understand why these girls somehow thought he was easy to talk to.
Su Yan blinked her eyes, holding flowers and a cake standing at the door.
"You don't like sweets?"
Her soft voice sounded.
Making both the people inside the room look over.
Song Yujing stood up from his seat,
"Why did you come over?"
Su Yan removed the black mask from her face.
Revealing the scars and blemishes on her face.
Song Yujing's attention fell on Su Yan's flowers.
That expressionless face seemed to soften a bit.
Su Yan walked over.
