"Mumbling, what are you two gossiping about?"
Qin Chuan watched as the two of them started whispering, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.
He only knew that their eyes occasionally glanced his way, making him feel quite uneasy.
"Hello, Qin Chuan, I'm Wen Yaxin from the next-door Communication University, and I'm childhood friends with Xiaoyu."
As Qin Chuan was feeling uncomfortable, Wen Yaxin proactively extended her hand toward him.
"Hello."
Qin Chuan nodded politely and lightly shook her hand.
But, just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly felt an itch in his palm.
It turned out Wen Yaxin's fingers were gently stroking his palm.
Qin Chuan shivered and quickly pulled his hand back.
Wen Yaxin chuckled, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous light.
"I have something to attend to, I'll head home now, see you another day."
Qin Chuan found a random excuse to leave this troublesome place.
