After speaking, he let out a long breath, his heart skipped a few beats, and he carefully observed her expression.
Zheng Yuanjie lowered her head, focused on typing his name on her phone: "Feng Yongzhuo, spelled like this, right?"
Gao Dashuai slapped his forehead and turned away, unable to bear watching any longer.
This woman, clearly she completely forgot about his buddy, without a single trace of memory. How pathetic for such a good-looking, well-behaved, talented guy to be utterly discarded by a mediocre woman.
This woman is so bizarre! Gao Dashuai admires her!
A gust of cold wind swept through the corridor.
Suddenly feeling a chill, Zheng Yuanjie looked up puzzled, seeing the handsome guy before her inexplicably turn serious and dark, his eyes, deep eyes, like nails, fixed on her.
No matter how foolish she was, she knew she must have made a mistake and offended someone.
"Did I spell it wrong?" Zheng Yuanjie rechecked the name she just entered.
