Xiang Lanlan returned to her place and glanced at Qinghe, twitching the corner of her mouth. She had switched gossip magazines so quickly; it was as if she were aiming to become a fortune teller.
She felt pretty good about this girl named Gu Qinghe. Looking at her was quite pleasing to the eye. By Lanlan's judgement, everything Qinghe wore and used was high-end, a clear sign that her family was well-off.
But she didn't look down on Liao Ya at all, and there was no change in her eyes when she did look at her, even when Wu Minzhi was present before, she remained as calm as ever, as if her eyes were empty, treating everyone with the same attitude.
Lanlan could tell she must be a naturally indifferent and quiet person. Lanlan liked such people—genuine, with no pretensions, far superior to the young mistresses her father always wanted her to befriend. All in all, aside from Wu Minzhi, Xiang Lanlan was quite satisfied with her roommates.
