The young man looked at Shen Yanchen and was stunned. His confidence immediately halved, and he stood up with a dry smile, "You two are together? I thought..."
As he was explaining, Shen Yanchen calmly picked up the young man's phone on the table and deleted the unsaved number from the call history. Then he threw the phone back to him, "Get lost."
The young man swallowed and quickly walked away, but still turned back and said to Gu Qimiao with reluctance, "Girl, remember to contact me."
"Brother Yan Chen, where did you go?"
Shen Yanchen kept a straight face and didn't answer. He sat opposite her, silently took her phone, deleted the number, and handed it back to her, asking, "Do you get hit on often?"
Gu Qimiao looked at him awkwardly, unsure how to answer. It wasn't often, just occasionally one or two thick-skinned guys.
Shen Yanchen didn't blame her, took off his sunglasses, placed them on the table, then took out two band-aids from his pocket and sat next to her.
