"Jingtian is still waiting for me, bye."
The last two words, Tang Li said them very quickly.
After finishing, she no longer looked at Song Baiyan's expression, nor dared to look into his eyes, retreated two steps backward, then turned and left.
Until she walked into the waiting hall, Tang Li never looked back.
Song Jingtian was carrying a backpack, standing beside the security staff, sipping orange juice through a straw. Seeing Tang Li return, especially her cheeks flushed white with pink, he scrutinized and asked, "Why did you run back?"
"I didn't do anything." Tang Li went to take the roasted sweet potato and orange juice from his hand.
The little fellow handed over the bag with the sweet potato.
As for the orange juice, he hesitated for a moment before giving Tang Li the almost finished cup.
