He turned around, his perfectly chiseled jaw stunningly handsome, taking one's breath away. Then he met her gaze; Meng Fan slightly raised his brows, recognizing his little aid recipient.
His gaze lowered, landing on the modified pants and the slender, white calves.
His sword-like eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.
The speaker was the president of the National Security University, "Meng Fan, you can't always stay in the rescue team, you haven't graduated yet."
"Yes! President, I understand."
"Are you returning to National Security University?"
"No, I'm not."
The president was a bit taken aback, why tell me you understand if you're not returning?
At the edge of the venue, people watched the show sitting directly on the ground. Gu Yunbo pretended nonchalantly to move his gaze away from Meng Fan, naturally sitting on the ground as well.
His straight, long legs on the ground looked even more graceful.
