"I'm sorry, I don't know Zhao Xier." Xiao Mohan's eyes were cold. "I just transferred to this school today. If you want to talk about who I know, I probably only know the teacher."
"You don't know him?" Qin Nuan did not believe Xiao Mohan's answer. She hesitated before saying, "But I just saw you chatting with Li Weian. He's Zhao Xier's good friend—"
"I don't know any Li Weian." Before Qin Nuan could finish her sentence, Xiao Mohan interrupted her coldly. "If you don't have any serious questions, can you be quiet for a while? I want to study."
Qin Nuan was speechless; someone had complained that she was noisy. That was the first time Qin Nuan had been looked down upon. She opened her mouth to say something, but when she saw Xiao Mohan's pale face frowning as if he was trying to suppress something, she sighed, closed her mouth, and flipped her textbook open to review the course.
