After being harmed by Qing Chuan once, An Nuo naturally learned her lesson.
She finally saw what kind of person Qing Chuan was.
"I originally thought that he had already broadened my horizons when we were at the bar." An Nuo even complained bitterly to Murong Qiao.
After all, she really believed in Qing Chuan before she went.
It was nighttime now. Because of An Nuo, Murong Qiao had also taken a day off. It was rare for the two of them to rest and slack off.
Murong Qiao glanced at her. "You can't judge a book by its cover."
No matter how good-looking a bag of rotten bones was, it was still rotten, especially someone like Qing Chuan.
"I originally planned to teach him a lesson, but in the end, when I went to class today, I heard many people say that he had dropped out of school," An Nuo muttered.
