Gu Tong's mouth twitched twice, and she almost burst out cursing.
This guy won't go out to eat, just stares at her with puppy eyes—what the hell does he mean by that…
Han Shang's behavior was like that of a biology researcher who'd just encountered a brand new subject.
His violet eyes flickered with a hint of anticipation, as if he were observing some special little animal.
Han Shang hadn't left yet, and Gu Tong hadn't turned around either; it was as if the two of them had sounded the horn for a battle.
Whoever spoke first would lose…
Gu Tong understood this perfectly well, but she really couldn't hold it in and said, "Is the little boss planning to keep staring at me?" How's anyone supposed to sleep like this…
Han Shang's thin lips moved slightly as he said evenly, "Han Shang!"
"…" Damn, does he have to be this willful…
What he meant between the lines was that if she didn't call him Han Shang, he just wouldn't answer.
