Fu Guang's small drama club was not attractive to her at all. She, song ran, had the ambition of a Swan. She was going to stand on the big stage in the future. Even the second-ranked City Art troupe in Haicheng wanted her. Why would she be interested in an amateur University drama club?
Miao Li then turned around and left the dormitory.
The dormitory was quiet. Song ran was half-lying on the bed, reading a book and playing with the Parker Pen that Gu jinghang had given her.
Upon a closer look, there were words engraved on it. The small seal-style characters 'Gu ran' were engraved on the body of the pen.
Song ran shook her head and chuckled. Gu jinghang was really shameless. He used his last name and her first name. He was declaring his sovereignty.
She muttered 'shameless' softly, but her hand unconsciously grasped the pen and gently rubbed it, completely unable to let go.
