There were only two simple words in the chat box, but there was an inexplicable surge in Lu Qianling's heart.
Seeing the message from Meng Chuyuan, her brows relaxed, and the uneasiness and grievance hidden in the bottom of her heart lessened.
"Meng Meng, my Snow White is here. I'll go and welcome her." Lu Qianling's lips curled up slightly. She did not care about the outcome she was about to face.
When her deskmate saw that Lu Qianling was about to stand up and leave her seat, she kindly advised, "If you can't get your homework back, just obediently give one to Teacher. Don't be silly and quarrel with her again."
"Depends on my mood." Lu Qianling put her phone into her pocket, put her hands in her pockets, and walked out of the classroom casually.
