Jiang Mengyao was about to explode in the face of the crowd's eerie mockery and teasing words. She felt that those well-dressed people were not worthy of being their classmates at all. They were b*stards who were completely sucking up to the rich and powerful!
She reached out and grabbed Wu Mo's wrist. Just as she was about to leave with him, a cell phone rang in Wu Mo's pocket.
The two of them looked at each other. Jiang Mengyao blushed and immediately let go of Wu Mo's hand.
The people who had mocked him earlier also looked at Wu Mo in confusion.
They wanted to know who would contact Wu Mo at this time.
Before everyone's gaze, Wu Mo picked up the phone and immediately pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Wu Mo, I know your address. I'll get the contact person from the Third MR to pick you up now.
"The drill will begin the day after tomorrow. You should go and make preparations."
