Wen Yulan inexplicably took a sip of tea.
"Teacher Gu, I know you're kind hearted, but…"
Remembering something, her expression twisted slightly, and she clenched her teeth: "Lu Yanyu, that bastard, is a thorough scumbag."
The next second.
The young girl took out her cell phone from her pocket and swiped open the screen.
The interface was a chat page.
[Yu]: Yulan, I was captivated by you from the first day I saw you, what should I do?
[Yu]: Why won't you talk to me? Did I do something wrong?
[Yu]: Yulan, I like you.
[Yu]: Baby, I'm busy tomorrow and can't be with you.
[Yu]: Did you receive the gift I sent? Do you like it?
[Yu]: Let's break up.
A long stream of chat messages had completely ensnared the woman in a sweet trap, only to suddenly withdraw.
As Wen Yulan scrolled through those messages, a sharp pain twinged in her heart.
