Ning Tingyi was taken aback, pressing her lips together, "No, no, I haven't."
Nian Yi'an had no time to deal with her, slinging his bag over his shoulder and riding away on his bike.
Upon arriving home, he called Si Fuqing to inquire about her day.
"By the way, Sister Qingiqng, why did you send a photo collection?" Yu Xiheng held his head, "My classmates went crazy."
"Hm? A photo collection is easier to collect," Si Fuqing replied, "What's there to go crazy about?"
Nian Yi'an described the scene to her.
Si Fuqing's eyes sparkled with mischief, "You're saying your cute, pretty, and academically proficient desk-mate is my fan?"
"Yes, a crazy fan," Yu Xiheng said solemnly, "But she... she's a 'mom fan'."
He had been educated by Lin Jihuan on the types of fans.
Si Fuqing: "..."
She hung up the phone expressionlessly.
How could a girl younger than herself be a 'mom fan'?!
