Chu Xinian contemplated him, slowly moving aside: "Thank you, Professor Bo."
Bo Jinghang smiled slightly, as if unaware of Chu Xinian's underlying hostility, calmly rising to leave the room.
In the corridor.
Chu Qianqian's slender figure leaned against the railing, her eyes lowered, gazing at the lights in the hall, the glow reflecting in her eyes, her emotions clearly complex and fluctuating.
"Miss Chu?" Bo Jinghang stood behind her, casually speaking: "Have you had dinner yet?"
Startled by him, Chu Qianqian turned to look at him, her eyes inadvertently carrying a hint of inquiry, "No, I'm worried about my sister-in-law's condition."
Bo Jinghang met her gaze, his thin lips curling into an elegant smile: "Miss Qin's condition is quite special. Fortunately, Mr. Chu returned in time, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to make time to have dinner with you."
His words carried a barely detectable dissatisfaction.
