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Slight Chill also looked at him but did not dodge.

Their gazes intersected in midair like this, neither wanting to give in to the other.

Had he left her alone in the restaurant? Slight Chill guessed.

The man upstairs was smoking a cigarette nonchalantly as he looked at her condescendingly, as if to say: I'm just looking at you.

She felt tired and looked away.

Before long, a person who looked like an assistant came down from upstairs and walked to her side: "Miss Fu, Mr. Huo invites you up."

Slight Chill glanced at the assistant and asked: "It's Mr. Huo and not Professor Huo?"

"Yes."

Slight Chill pursed her lips and followed him upstairs.

Pushing the door open and entering, Mr. Huo stood in front of the window, maintaining the position when he was looking straight at her, as if he was in a trance, as if he didn't notice her arrival.

"Hello, Professor Huo."

"Long time no see, Fu Weiliang." He turned around and leaned his back against the French window. Lifting his hand, he took a drag on his cigarette before speaking in a leisurely manner.

Separated by the hazy smoke, her expression was a little cold, but she was rather surprised to see him here. After a moment of silence, she continued, "Long time no see ?" You don't seem like a professor today. I don't know if it's appropriate to call you one. " After all, before he went upstairs, the assistant had called him Mr. Huo.

"Oh?" The deep black eyes swept over her without any warmth, walked towards her, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "How do you not look like a professor? You think I'm being improper? "

Slight Chill, "?"

See, calling him a professor really wasn't appropriate. Before he even opened his mouth, his aura of being able to control the entire situation didn't match up to the temperament of a piano professor at the Music Academy.

Just now, his words were frivolous, like a debauchery young master ?

If he was a professor, talking to his students like this was also very vulgar.

She was the only one left in the restaurant. Even without asking, she knew that it was arranged by the Mr. Huo. It was just that Slight Chill couldn't understand, why would he do that?

"Forgive my stupidity, but I, as a freshman, am your student. I have never met you in private. What do you mean by that?"

"Three years ago, you were my most favorite student. In your second year, you were transferred to the economics and finance major for Qingcheng University studies, and your results were among the best. In your first year, you were taught on the piano, which was equivalent to dropping an entire year's worth of lessons. I think you're very smart. " As he spoke, he casually sat on the arm of the sofa, looking extremely lazy and harmless. His black eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at her, seeming to have a deeper meaning.

Slight Chill frowned as she looked at him warily.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I feel that you're like a businessman. When dealing with businessmen, you have to be vigilant and maintain your sanity. Otherwise, you won't even know how you were sold!"

Huo Subai flicked his cigarette, laughed: "Then I will be more direct, do you want to know the reason why I helped you?"

"Of course."

"Then come here and I'll tell you why?"

"Speak, I can hear you clearly."

Huo Subai raised his eyebrows slightly and continued smoking. He looked at the place which was slightly cooler through the thin layer of smoke, and was not in a hurry.

After he finished smoking, he lit another cigarette for himself. It looked like if you didn't come, I would keep on wasting time with you. Let's see who can survive this?

Slight Chill was a bit annoyed. If it was the past, then it was the past. Who was afraid of who, and who could still eat her? She unwillingly walked towards him.

"Come closer."

"?" It was only two or three meters away, yet he still wanted to go forward?