Everyone watched as he left.
However, the subtle and indescribable atmosphere was even stronger than before.
Bo Jinchuan sat there motionless, his lips pursed into a thin line.
Shen Fanxing held the apple that he had just handed to her. The juice flowed from her fingers, but she didn't know what to say.
If it were anything else, she might be able to think of a solution or know how to ease the atmosphere.
However, this time, she was at a loss.
Relationships had never been her strong suit.
She could tell Qi Mohan's emotions just now. She didn't know how to pretend not to see it.
She didn't know how to face Qi Mohan or how to explain to Bo Jinchuan.
He had made a solemn vow just now.
She didn't want to hurt Qi Mohan.
But she had no idea what to do now.
Looking down at the apple in her hand, she subconsciously took a bite. Her expression had yet to recover.