Xuxu mustered her strength, embraced Yan Rusheng, and flipped over. She lay on top of him and her dewy-looking eyes gazed at him, looking upset. "I was so angry because you answered the school belle's phone call and even wished her happy new year."
There were countless girls who tried to get close to Yan Rusheng. And nobody knew the exact number.
He was usually nonchalant towards the girls who had an ulterior motive towards him. He didn't even bat an eyelid at them—the school belle was one of them.
That year, the school belle got her hands on his house number. She called Yan Rusheng, surprisingly he had a conversation with her.
And at the moment, Jiang Zhuoheng invited her to admire the fireworks with him. She was feeling upset and flustered so she agreed to meet him.
