"You..." Several girls' faces turned ugly in an instant.
Fang Jing didn't give them another chance to speak. She turned to An Yue and said, "Sorry, I have something else to attend to, happy birthday." After speaking, she left the private room.
The door closed behind her at that moment, and Fang Jing let out a heavy sigh.
She stood by the door for a moment, calmed her emotions, and was about to return to the private room to meet with Shen Weiyi and the others when she heard the door open behind her.
Fang Jing lifted her head and unintentionally locked eyes with her senior's familiar face.
He opened his mouth, hesitated to speak.
Fang Jing unconsciously pursed her lips, ready to leave, when suddenly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward a corner.
"What are you doing?" Fang Jing frowned and instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
