บท 159: Sincerity Is Just Next to Misery (9)

He sat to her left-hand side, and Tang Nuo was opposite from her. Tang Nuo was talking to him, and due to the noise in the room, his body was leaning toward Tang Nuo to hear him more clearly.

Tang Nuo's was half-shrouded behind the haze of cigarette smoke. However, it did not detract from his presence; it was as clean, sharp, elegant, and attractive as she remembered.

Tang Nuo was chuckling to himself like he had spotted something funny.

However, Su Zhinian maintained his cold demeanor, even when Tang Nuo reached the climax of his story. He merely moved his head slightly, a paragon of the stability, reticence, and maturity that he was known for.

The Student Council President sat on Song Qingchun's other side. He was on the phone, and based on the words like "baby", "pumpkin", and other babyish words tumbling out of his mouth, Song Qingchun knew he was talking to his little prince who was celebrating his hundredth day on Earth.