Xu Ruoping said nothing, and Hu Yihui was even less inclined to speak.
His nature was such that if a matter could be settled in a single sentence, he would never utter a half more. Back in college, in order to tease Xu Ruoping, he had imitated the playboys in television dramas, speaking all sorts of tender, lingering sweet nothings. Sometimes, when he looked back on it, he found it quite amusing himself.
Today’s situation was different. Deep down, he felt a faint, inexplicable nervousness.
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