A group of students no longer remembered that their original intention in coming to the library was to study, their eyes fixated on the desk over here.
Su Li abruptly lifted her head and saw Feng Huaijin wearing a black trench coat, standing by the desk, one hand resting on it, his eyes deep and unreadable, simply staring intently at the two of them.
Su Li instantly felt like she'd been caught in the act, unconsciously shifting her chair a bit.
It's nothing to do with her; Feng Ciye came over on his own. She was here to study.
Feng Ciye lowered his voice with a light chuckle: "Old Seven doesn't seem too busy either, otherwise why would he come to Jianghai University at this time?"
Feng Ciye's voice was soft like the wind, yet every word was combative, not yielding an inch to Feng Huaijin.
There were few students reading on the third floor to begin with, and now they were all attracted by the two, their eyes fixed over.
