Jiang Qiran's expression was indifferent. He didn't even look at the beautiful girl in the middle of the classroom. He directly walked past Xia Qianqian and sat down at the empty table at the end of the classroom.
"What does it have to do with me?"
Xia Qianqian stared blankly at the straight back of the youth. She suddenly felt that the weather at the end of September was so cold.
It turned out that liking a person would really make one humble to the dust.
Unfortunately, using such a humble attitude could not bring good results.
After all, she was a girl who was used to being pampered by others. Now that she had been rejected by Jiang Qiran, her tears fell uncontrollably.
Bean-sized tears fell from Xia Qianqian's beautiful face. When the male students of grade one Class A saw their goddess crying for a new boy, they were almost immediately ignited with anger!
