"Liang Zhiqiong."
"..."
Mo Shangjun fell silent.
"Right, right, right, just Liang Zhiqiong." Lang Yan slapped his hand, finally recalling the name, then glanced at the departing Lin Qi and asked Mo Shangjun, "Why, do you all know each other?"
"Hmm."
Mo Shangjun nodded noncommittally.
Then, she stood up from her seat and walked toward the door.
Lang Yan looked at her in frustration but wasn't so nosy. After a moment's thought and deciding it wasn't any of his business, he went to grab his breakfast.
Outside the cafeteria.
Just as Mo Shangjun stepped out of the cafeteria doors, she saw Liang Zhiqiong standing beside the flower beds in the open space outside.
Her short black hair was topped with a beige sun hat, the tips slightly peeking out. Dressed in a red dress and standing in black high heels, her already tall figure was complemented by her beautiful appearance. With such attire, she was the epitome of ladylike elegance.
Of course—
