So it turned out that Li Qingyao, Jiang Jinchen, and Charles Gao were acquainted with each other, and for a moment, the gazes of the four people kept shifting between the three of them.
Jiang Jinchen didn't go in, standing under the eaves at the entrance of the library, looking at the rain curtain, seemingly lost in thought.
Li Qingyao exchanged a few pleasantries with Charles Gao, then went in with her roommates.
"Do you know Jiang Jinchen and Charles Gao? You guys seem to get along very well?" Her roommate couldn't help but ask eagerly.
Li Qingyao said indifferently, "Junior high classmates."
"Childhood sweethearts, huh."
Li Qingyao shook her head, "Don't make wild guesses, we are just classmates."
She couldn't get into Jiang Jinchen's circle. Besides Charles Gao, this young master didn't get close to anyone else.
