He had planned to greet her, but his gaze shrank back as soon as it fell on the tall man standing next to the petite girl, and he left with his group.
The girls who had been playing with the child saw them returning and reluctantly walked away.
Ling Ye finally got his face back, looking slightly sour-faced.
Su Mo pulled Lu Chen down to sit and Zhao Changsheng immediately leaned in to complain, "These students are so annoying, I almost lost control of my fist."
Su Mo patted her on the shoulder, comforting her, "We are still on their turf, just bear with it, it'll be better after the heavy snow."
Zhao Changsheng silently sat back into the quilt, and Li Qian sat down close to her, to which she slightly annoyed asked, "Why are you sitting so close?"
"There's just this much space, no need to be so particular, right?" Li Qian turned his head, his voice gentle.
Zhao Changsheng didn't retort but turned her head and stared at Su Mo's profile.
