"What would you like to play? Let Beitang teach you," Gong Beiyao said as he made a call.
Qingxue quickly reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes. Seeing his slightly furrowed brows, she immediately released it in panic.
"I'm sorry, I just feel a bit tired..." she said, "Let's do it next time."
Gong Beiyao put away his phone, "Assistant Han..."
Was he about to ask Assistant Han to take her to the infirmary to rest?
Did he dislike being with her so much?
Qingxue looked into his eyes, pleading.
"Brother Yao, I don't want to rest yet. Can you sit with me for a little while longer? Just a little while? It's okay if we don't talk... Just until the wedding is over, okay?"
Gong Beiyao didn't refuse, but from that moment on, he really didn't speak another word to her.
Meanwhile.
Sheng Qianxia sat by the window where she had been earlier, a trace of desolation crossing her eyes.
