Li Qiao and Tang Yiting returned to their four-person dormitory to pick up their laptops before leaving the campus.
Following closely behind her across the street, Tang Yiting saw the Mercedes-Benz G-Class parked on the other side and couldn't help but ask resentfully, "You're about to graduate, aren't you going to teach Jiang Yi a lesson? She's been spreading rumors about you for years."
With her slender laptop tucked under her arm, Li Qiao parted her lips indifferently, "Not interested."
The petty squabbles among classmates, she never took to heart.
After all, they were not important.
Tang Yiting couldn't help but curse under her breath, muttering, "You might as well say you're just too lazy!"
Indeed, Li Qiao was lazy.
It wasn't just her personality; even her manners were casual and nonchalant.
It wasn't intentional, but rather something bred into her by her family.
In Tang Yiting's memory, the Li family's favoritism for Li Qiao was outrageously evident.
