He pushed the box toward Shanshan.
To his surprise, the young girl only glanced at it and didn't reach out to take it.
She took a slight step back, a smile still on her lips.
"Thank you for the kind thought, but I can't accept something so exquisite. I appreciate the sentiment, though. It's very sweet."
"Shanshan!"
Qin Haoyu grew anxious. His voice rose, and his face instantly flushed red.
"Actually, I…"
Ling Zhiwei, who had been eavesdropping from around the corner, heard this and knew something was wrong.
He took a few steps out of the hallway shadows, deliberately making his footsteps loud.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in! Qin Haoyu, what wind blew you here today?"
As he spoke, he walked between the two of them, intentionally or not, blocking their line of sight.
His gaze swept over Qin Haoyu's flushed face, and his heart skipped a beat.
'Damn, I was right.'
'This kid is serious. He's actually here to confess!'
