"Zitao!"
Long Zitao, who was about to get in the car and leave, paused in his steps.
"Yangyang, what a coincidence that you came out!"
"Hehe! Maybe Zitao and I are just connected at heart."
The gentle voice and the smile—Xue'er, already full of disappointment, was convinced the two must have something going on.
"Yangyang, are you returning to the dorm tonight?" Xue'er asked with a smile.
That question made Long Zitao somewhat embarrassed. After all, he was still a public figure.
Xu Yangyang replied with a chuckle, "Of course I'm returning to the dorm. What, am I supposed to go with Mr. Long? He's busy every night."
The double entendre in her words made Long Zitao feel slightly uncomfortable.
"Mr. Long, there's a long hair on your shoulder," Zhang Jing, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke.
Long Zitao tilted his head and looked carefully—it was indeed true.
Earlier, something had fallen to the ground, and both he and Fang Qin had bent down simultaneously to pick it up.
