"Crap!"
The cafeteria suddenly quieted down.
Fang Ye hurriedly lowered his head and, with embroidery-like precision, picked up the last bit of green onion at the bottom of his bowl with his chopsticks and started to chew it vigorously while slightly nodding his head, as if completely immersed in eating.
Although he didn't have eyes on the back of his head, he felt like all the employees' gazes were probably looking in this direction.
He felt terribly awkward. If you're going, just go, why yell it out loud? What's the point?
You're going to give people the wrong idea!
Everyone probably thought that something had happened between him and Lan Li, but you have to believe that our relationship is purely that of a principal and assistant, truly, whiter than white paper!
But such things cannot be explained. The more you explain, the darker it gets. You just have to act as if nothing has happened.