Jiang Baocu suddenly realized that she couldn't quite keep up with the pace of Gu Jiahui and Sheng Tang's conversation.
"What do you want to drink, senior brother? I'll order it," Jiang Baocu said.
Gu Jiahui glanced at Sheng Tang's cup and said, "I'll have freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, thank you."
Jiang Baocu got up and went to order.
As soon as she left, Gu Jiahui's voice lowered a bit, and he looked at Sheng Tang: "Your singing voice is truly beautiful."
"Only the singing voice?" Sheng Tang slanted her eyes at him.
Gu Jiahui's smile reached his eyes, and his beautiful eye corners curved slightly: "You are very beautiful too."
"That's too much praise," Sheng Tang said.
She was overly straightforward about the ambiguity, and Gu Jiahui knew that this girl was not simple.
If she was simple, how could she capture Gu Shiting's attention?
He adjusted his glasses, the cold, hard lenses reflecting out his gaze, covering his gentle look with a layer of frost.
