In this life, I, song ran, will be above you, Wen Huihui. I'll let you taste the misery of my previous life. I'll give an eye for an eye!
Three days later, it was a Sunday. Song ran slept until late in the morning. After she woke up, she looked at her papers. She had made significant progress in her essay during the Chinese test. Li Sheng was indeed a good teacher and friend to her.
After she finished reading the essay, she was about to go downstairs for breakfast when she saw Shen mengfang's smile.
Shen mengfang was not as patient as her military advisor, Zhao Mingyi. Whenever she had any ideas, it would be written all over her face. She was not even as calculative as Wen Huihui. Song ran's heart skipped a beat.
