Xu Zhan felt his throat tighten.
She was still wearing a qipao, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes red and face pale, instantly stirring a protective instinct in the man's heart.
In a daze, Xu Zhan almost thought Ning Wan was standing before him.
He subconsciously reached out, wanting to embrace her, but halfway through the action, he suddenly realized!
Xu Zhan paused for a moment and ended up gently patting her shoulder: "It's okay."
Su Wanwan smiled slightly: "I don't mind, I'm just worried about Mr. Feng."
Mr. Feng was a true artist, sensitive and delicate in emotions. Su Wanwan, being an art student, understood that such a temperament could often lead to extremes.
Mr. Feng's phone remained unreachable, leaving her unable to relax.
"Do you have any other teachers' phone numbers? Can you contact your teacher's friends or colleagues?" Xu Zhan gently reminded.
