Ma Qiaolan, who is usually carefree, suddenly became astute: "Hahaha... Yes, it's getting late. Hu Yue, Gu Jin, you both should go. You have classes tomorrow, so go on back. I'm fine here and don't need anyone to stay with me."
Hu Yue slowly raised her head, a look of unease on her sweet face.
She dared not look at Tong Bingrong, and instead uneasily gazed at Gu Jin and Ma Qiaolan.
She spoke softly: "Then I'll, I'll head back first."
"Go on back, I'm alright." Ma Qiaolan waved her hand.
Gu Jin also nodded: "There's someone here to watch over, so you don't need to worry."
"Okay."
Hu Yue's voice, as faint as a mosquito's, sounded.
She lowered her head and walked towards Tong Bingrong, standing still by his side, waiting for his next instruction.
Looking at the girl standing by his side, Tong Bingrong's fingers twitched slightly, wanting to lift them but dropping halfway.
