You should know, Gong Xinhe was three years younger than him.
Yeah, seventeen to thirteen, that indeed seems more appropriate!
But listening to this just made him feel so uncomfortable!
Someone like Gong Xinhe, who didn't even have a full set of whiskers, should seem like a little kid in Chiang Xiaoxiao's shrewd heart! No, he had to ask her the next time.
He had to ask what her impressions of Gong Xinhe were.
Right, and then there was Dai Gang. That day, Dai Gang had also seen Little in his dorm.
Meng Xinian thought about this, his face expressionless as he glanced at Dai Gang. Sensing danger, Dai Gang immediately clamped his mouth shut, straightened his back, and looked towards the stage without straying his gaze.
"The performance is about to start!"
The lights dimmed, and the spotlight fell on the center of the stage, creating a white circle of light.
At that moment, someone walked to the center of the stage from backstage.
