Almost the moment the sound occurred, Yu Wenzhou reacted with lightning speed, pulling Yulan into his arms. He instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes, lifting his gaze toward the source of the noise.
Standing under the moonlight, right in front of the bench, was Shen Zhuoran.
The aloof dean picked up the experimental data report he had "accidentally" dropped with measured, graceful movements. His aristocratic upbringing ensured that everything he did appeared pleasant and naturally composed. Shen Zhuoran calmly brushed a speck of dust off the report, then parted his lips, his cold voice cutting through the air:
Chapter 247