C499 Feng Muhan's Coldness

She glanced at her watch again; it was already 6:40. A hint of disappointment crossed Su Ranxi's face as she stood up, ready to leave. Just then, a hand gently rested on her shoulder, giving it a slight nudge.

Startled, Su Ranxi turned around and noticed that several people were already standing in the lobby. The hand on her shoulder belonged to none other than Feng Muhan