"She's Miss Zhu, the daughter of the Zhus. Our family's new apartment is a property of their family. Usually, kids of nouveau riche families are not talented, but she's an exception."
Tang Wan frowned, irritated.
The second type was students who worked hard and relied on studying. These students were generally plain and uninteresting, not paying attention to outside matters and only focusing on their studies. So when Ming Jing entered, they only glanced at her once before lowering their heads to work on their questions.
In the corner, Zhao Heng was sleeping with his head on the table. His deskmate nudged him, "Old Zhao, look, a beautiful girl."
Zhao Heng's dream was interrupted. He looked up irritably, saw the girl who just entered, rubbed his eyes and rubbed them again.
"F*ck... Am I seeing things?"
His deskmate, Ding Hai, teased him, "Told you, a beautiful girl."
Without much effort, Zhao Heng excitedly sent a message to his uncle.
