The man was bending down to pack something under the table.
From this angle, Tian Chong could only see her black shoulder-length hair, which hung down to cover the side of her face, faintly revealing the tip of her nose and half of her delicate jawline.
The black headphone cord went into her shirt from the side of her neck, making her neck look long.
In the warm and cold March, she only wore a white t-shirt and her school uniform jacket hung lazily on her shoulder. This feeling was so familiar to Yingluo.
However, Tian Chong's brain didn't work at that moment.
Mainly because Yingluo's hair color didn't match, Yingluo.
He was stunned and only spoke after a long time."Student, this is my boss's seat. What are you doing?"
Before he could finish his words, su also stuffed his bag under the table, took off one of his headphones, straightened up, tilted his head, and slowly looked at Tian Chong. "Classmate? You don't even recognize me?"
