Mi Xuan was taken aback, glanced at Yang Fei, and realized this guy didn't dare to look at her, feeling both shy and nervous.
She sighed softly, gazing at Yang Fei.
"I'm sorry, I already have a boyfriend, he's very good to me. At this time, you should focus on studying..."
At this point, Mi Xuan suddenly noticed the look in Yang Fei's eyes, filled with sadness.
She couldn't help but pause, apologetically sighing.
Yang Fei seemed like a genius performer.
In that moment, he vividly expressed the pain and despair of a pure boy being hurt.
Mi Xuan looked at Yang Fei again, nodded slightly to him, and then turned to leave.
For some reason, seeing the sadness in his eyes, Mi Xuan felt a faint ache in her heart.
Yang Fei lowered his head, his eyes full of laughter.
Luoo Yiyi walked over to Yang Fei, looking at him with schadenfreude.
"Did you hear that? Professor Mi Xuan already has a boyfriend, so don't have any illusions, hmph!"
