"Sorry! We don't know each other." Before the Old Master could speak, Xia Yinian's hoarse voice rang out.
She coughed lightly and tried to pull her hand back.
"Don't know each other? Then why are you crying?" Gu Beicheng frowned, clearly with no intention of letting her go.
"I… caught a cold, I'm not crying." Xia Yinian forced her voice to sound a little better.
Before Gu Beicheng could say anything, Gu Qingyang came up behind him.
"Seventh, getting handsy with a college student in public—what kind of behavior is that?" the Old Master said coldly, sounding both harsh and disappointed.
"No, Grandpa, I clearly know her, and she definitely knows me too, so why is she saying she doesn't?"
Gu Beicheng gave a hard pull, and Xia Yinian, caught off guard, spun around and nearly crashed into him.
"Sir, please show some respect, we really don't know each other." Xia Yinian barely steadied herself, but kept her head lowered.
