Early the next morning, after a whole night of not returning, Gao Yuan finally dragged his exhausted body back to the hotel.
During breakfast, he already noticed something off, but exactly what was wrong was difficult for him, who had lived abroad for years with only a slight understanding of Chinese, to comprehend the subtleties in the eyes of the Chinese people.
Nangong Bing's expression was very strange, her pretty face slightly flushed, occasionally glancing at someone's face. However, someone was busy eating and didn't notice any of this.
This irritated Gao Yuan to the point of grinding his teeth.
"Bingbing, you don't seem to be in a good mood today. Are you sick?"
Gao Yuan asked.
"Ah! What?"
Broken from her silence by Gao Yuan, Nangong Bing finally came to her senses.
A sheen of moisture flashed across her face, which was stunningly beautiful.
Her long and bright eyes were filled with charm as she looked at Lin Zifeng.
