Jiang Nian felt a bit awkward; he had just told Li Qingrong that he didn't like playing on his phone.
But the next second, the phone in his pocket started ringing.
"Actually... I'm using my phone critically."
Li Qingrong turned her face to the other side, her trembling shoulders gave her away.
No way... Is your laugh threshold that low, class president? You don't mind if I sell this secret to someone else, right?
Jiang Nian turned his head, trying to distract himself, looking towards the basketball court.
Li Hua stood on a stone bench, pointing towards him and shouting something loudly. It was too far to hear clearly, but it seemed like the word "father" was involved.
Such filial piety, I'll reward him with a stepmom some other day.
The moment he stepped into the cafeteria, ding ding ding, the school bell rang right on time. Two minutes later than the estimated six minutes, indeed, a woman can affect the speed of drawing a sword.
