After hanging up the phone, Mu Lezhu stood in the corridor, quietly watching the scattered stars on the blue curtain, waiting for Lu Jingang to arrive.
After waiting for about ten minutes without seeing Lu Jingang's figure, Mu Lezhu couldn't help but feel a bit impatient. She looked around, but the corridor was still empty. After some thought, she picked up her phone and sent him a message on WeChat, asking if he was coming or not.
Another two minutes passed, and Mu Lezhu almost burned a hole through her phone screen from staring at it, yet there was still no reply from Lu Jingang. This made her, who was usually gentle and proud, a little angry, feeling as if she was being made a fool of, and her mood took a sharp turn.
Just as she was about to call Lu Jingang again, the sound of footsteps in leather shoes approached her ears. Her head instinctively turned, and suddenly, a familiar handsome face came into her clear eyes.
