After that, for the next four days, Liu Muxue stuck to Ming Jing like a dog-skin plaster.
Ming Jing pretended to ignore her.
"Here, for you."
A beautifully designed notebook with embedded rhinestones was handed to Ming Jing, who looked up.
Liu Muxue said reluctantly, "This is my notebook, my painstaking effort. Consider it repayment for you saving me that night, even though it was your fault that I got sick. But let me tell you, even if you read it, it won't help you. You definitely won't be able to get into CMO. Don't waste your time."
Ming Jing accepted the notebook, "Thank you."
"You... you really want it? Have you no pride?"
Ming Jing couldn't help but laugh, "Why wouldn't I want a prodigy's notebook? I should learn a lot from it and be more efficient. Besides, I saved you, so being grateful is normal. There's no need to come up with a far-fetched excuse."
Ming Jing stopped paying attention to Liu Muxue and started reading the notebook.
