"Sister Rongrong, think of something," Ye Xiaoyu looked at Mao Rongrong, her heart already a mess, hoping Mao Rongrong could help come up with a good idea, so that she could be with Teacher Lin in the future.
"I can't think of anything, let's just focus on the class," Mao Rongrong replied to Ye Xiaoyu with a bitter smile, thinking to herself that if there were a solution, she would have told her already. Now her mind was already in chaos, how could she possibly come up with a good idea? Even if she wasn't feeling so confused at the moment, with Dean Ding pressing down on them, who could come up with anything?
"Alright then." Ye Xiaoyu now also felt Mao Rongrong's helplessness and knew Mao Rongrong really had no solution; her heart was already dead with worry. Mao Rongrong's heart must be even more chaotic than hers. How could she possibly think of a good idea? Since that was the case, she would have to rely on herself for this matter.
