Jiang Muzhou covered the phone receiver, finally finding a relatively quiet place—the restroom.
Leaning lazily against the door, he asked, "Lu Huai’an hasn’t co to find you? What ti is it? Haven’t you eaten anything until now?"
Lin Chu felt even worse, responding gloomily, "...Yeah."
Not eating is a small matter, but being angry is a big deal.
"Calling you stupid is a complint," Jiang Muzhou mocked with a fake smile, switching the phone to his right ear.
It’s not surprising.
For years, Lu Huai’an never really looked at Lin, yet she still clung to him like a plaster, wishing to kiss the trophy Lu Huai’an once won for the school every ti she saw it.
Standing him up is nothing.
But everyone only gets one chance at being eighteen.
"Where are you? Text your exact location, and I’ll ride my chariot to pick you up."
As shaless as it sounds, what he said was sohow reassuring.
"Zhouzhou, you’re so good," Lin Chu was moved to tears.
Qiao An leaving you was her own blindness.
Jiang Muzhou was soone who could start a dye workshop with just a little pignt, raising his brows with satisfaction, his voice lazy, "Just so-so, third in the world."
"Hurry up, I..." Lin Chu hadn’t finished speaking when she heard a curse from him on the other end, "Damn!"
She was puzzled, "Zhouzhou, what’s wrong with you?"
After a mont, she heard Jiang Muzhou’s irritated voice, "I saw Qiao An walking into the bar with an old man."
Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.
Lin Chu, who was slumped over the table, sat up straight, directing remotely, "Chest up, head high, stride over and dazzle her before leaving imdiately without looking back!"
The world isn’t only full of people like her and her friends who lack courage.
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After the performance ended, Shen Weiyi, who had been tense the whole ti, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With the show over, everyone had to go on stage, so she couldn’t leave yet.
Waiting in the dressing room, staff were touching up her makeup when she noticed the man sitting on the couch checking his phone every few seconds.
Unable to resist, she asked, "Huai’an, is sothing the matter?"
Lu Huai’an didn’t answer her question but instead asked, "How much longer will it be?"
It was now half past ten.
"It’s my first ti recording a show too, so I’m not sure. I guess it’ll be another hour or two," Shen Weiyi said, pushing away the assistant’s hand from her hair, and got up to sit next to him on the couch, "Why don’t you go ahead? I can get back myself."
He was very busy, often coming ho late at night.
It was rare for him to accompany her for this long.
Before Shen Weiyi’s hand could touch the back of his, Lu Huai’an stood up with his phone, his deep eagle eyes calm on the surface, showing no excess of emotion, "There are still things at the company that need to be dealt with. I’ll leave first; Lu Jun will take you ho when you’re done."
Shen Weiyi’s outstretched hand hung in the air for a few seconds.
The man’s movents were natural, his expression unchanged, seemingly not noticing her raised hand before he got up.
"The staff are all very nice, you don’t need to worry about ."
She was always gentle, so today was no exception. Her face, adorned with exquisite makeup, looked beautiful when she smiled, with people around praising her, though there was inevitably so flattery involved. Though not exactly ’a beauty that could topple a city’, as they described, she was indeed much prettier than other artists who debuted at the sa ti.
However... it seems he didn’t look much.
After greeting the TV station staff, he stayed in this room; he was accompanying her, yet not really accompanying her.
What urgent work was it that made him check his phone so frequently?
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Lu Huai’an left his car for Lu Jun to take Shen Weiyi ho and took a taxi from the TV station to the Ti Restaurant near An University.
At eleven forty, the area around the school was still lively, but the restaurant had already closed.
Lu Huai’an stood outside the restaurant, his dark eyes indifferent, with people unable to discern his emotions.
People ca and went around him; so students recognized the senior whom almost every lecturer used as an example at An University, ca up to greet him, and told him that the Ti Restaurant closed at eleven every day and he could co back tomorrow if he wanted to eat.
Lu Huai’an nodded faintly, not exactly cold, as he was like this with everyone.
He just stood there, making no extra movent for a long ti.
Until the vibration of a phone in his pocket jolted his attention back.
The number on the screen wasn’t saved with a na, but he knew who it was. After a brief pause, he answered the call.
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