Gu Yibo scampered away faster than a rabbit.
Only Song Zhen and Gu Xinzhou remained in the hall.
Without looking at Song Zhen, Gu Xinzhou could clearly feel two intense gazes focusing on her.
It was as if she were some kind of delicious and delectable food.
Subconsciously, she pulled a cushion into her arms and grabbed the hot drink in front of her, holding it tightly in her hands.
Her fully armed appearance was filled with caution.
The advertisements were playing on the TV, but she watched them with great interest, sitting up straight with her back rigid, which made her look very out of place.
Song Zhen watched her for a while, then let out a light sigh.
He walked over, took the hot drink from her hands, and then, under her astonished gaze, slowly sat down beside her.
Gu Xinzhou immediately scooted to the side: "Why are you taking my cup?"
"In at most half an hour, I'll have to go to the airport," Song Zhen said, turning his eyes to her.