"Miss Mo..."
Her phone rang, Mo Weiyi took it out and glanced at it, "I have to go, I'm meeting a friend for dinner."
After saying this, she turned to leave.
"Miss Mo, Miss Mo, Miss Mo, don't go..." Tian Ye rushed up to her, trying to grab her hand.
Mo Weiyi violently shook him off.
A gust of wind blew past, causing her full, curly hair to flutter wildly in the air, a striking complement to her cold, striking features.
"Stop pulling at me and crying! I've told you, the thing I hate most is 'the innocent'. I'm not falling for your act!"
Tian Ye looked at her, taken aback by her harsh tone.
The two of them had been arguing in front of the teaching building for quite some time, one of them being the campus belle, the other crying non-stop; it had already attracted a good number of students who were watching the spectacle unfold.
Mo Weiyi, no longer willing to engage with her, quickly turned and left.
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