Had she been hurt somewhere when that girl bumped into her earlier? Why did the president look so flustered now?
"Ning Shuang..."
Su Qian stood rooted to the spot, blankly watching the girl's retreating back.
That girl was undoubtedly Ning Shuang herself, but why had Ning Shuang worn such a terrified expression?
What exactly had happened to her? Wu Liang?? No, it wasn't because of Wu Liang. Wu Liang should still be in that pavilion right now.
Had someone bullied her? That frantic, panicked state was nothing like the Ning Shuang she usually knew.
"President?"
But if it wasn't Wu Liang, then who had done this? How could that girl Ning Shuang look so helpless?
Should she chase after her and take a look? But the relationship between her and Ning Shuang had never eased.
If anything, the distance between her and Ning Shuang had only grown wider. She had been the one to pull away. Did she still have the nerve to seek her out?
"President, what exactly happened?"
The voice ringing by Su Qian's ear for the third time pulled her consciousness back to reality.
Her vacant eyes slowly refocused. Once she came back to herself, Su Qian's body swayed, and she suddenly felt dazed.
"President! Don't scare me like this! What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell or something??"
Nan Qingshui looked anxiously at Su Qian's pale face with her little face drawn tight with worry.
Holding Su Qian's icy little hand, she felt the president's body temperature rapidly dropping to a terrifying low. Even the light had vanished from her eyes.
What was going on? How had the strong, imposing president suddenly become as fragile as a little girl?
"Qingshui..."
Su Qian looked at Nan Qingshui before her in a daze. Had she just been spacing out?