Bai Lian didn't understand why someone from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature was looking for her—
[I'm going to my uncle's the day after tomorrow.]
Shun Yu felt gloomy on the other end, how could it be the uncle again: [Let's meet up another time then.]
She happened to see Xu Wenyao's message, which he replied to the group that went to the Xu Family today—
[Aside from them, there were also people from the Yu Family.]
The Yu Family?
Bai Lian tapped her fingertips on the screen, thoughtfully pondering the uncomfortable gaze she felt at the door that afternoon, wondering who it was.
Next to her, Jiang Fulai glanced at the Thermos and sent a message to Ming Dongheng to take it back to room 301 to reheat.
"Oh no," Pu Xiaohan stood up, having been tormented by Jiang He all night, "Lian, you must avenge me."
Bai Lian raised her eyebrows, she casually crossed her legs and sat down.
