Cheng Zhu's simple sentence left Chen Jieyu stunned on the spot.
She shifted her gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.
Her expression remained serious, even a bit tense at the moment, and she instinctively raised her slender fingers to push her gold-rimmed glasses.
Strangely, although they were still in line, and she hadn't yet tasted the tea from his shop, it felt as though she already had.
As if something was melting in her heart, then gradually spreading, taking over every corner, every space.
While queuing, Zhao Xiaoqian, an academic advisor from the School of Information, was quite chatty.
She, like Chen Jieyu, was a young academic advisor.
Young women tend to become more talkative when seeing a handsome young man.
Not to mention, she was talkative by nature.
Zhao Xiaoqian joked with a laugh, "You four didn't skip class, did you?"
Liu Feng and the others immediately responded, "No, no, we all came here after morning class."
