Xia Qing suddenly stopped. Mu Shaohua and Qian Shaoyao walked over. Jia Qingyu whispered something again and stood far away without moving. Xia Qing turned around. "What can I do for you?"
Qian Shaoyao was a bit hurt. She had almost no friends of her age. Xia Qing was the first person of her age she got along with so well. She thought they were already friends, but Xia Qing already started to hate her because of Jia Qingyu.
"Xia Qing, what Jia Qingyu said only represents her stance. Even though we came from the same place as her, we're different from her," said Mu Shaohua. He smiled at Xia Qing. "We're very envious that you have such an outstanding teacher."
