A single sentence had just burst Zhao Mengmeng's bubble of pretense.
Two young girls glared at her indignantly, "Spouting nonsense, if it weren't for your uncle being here, we would have really been fooled by you."
"Hehehe..." Zhao Mengmeng gave a dry laugh in response.
Zhao's father looked at his daughter with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and down in the field, Zhao Mengmeng's class president stood holding a microphone, cradling a bouquet of fiery roses, facing in the direction of Zhao Mengmeng's dormitory.
"Zhao Mengmeng, are you watching?" The loudspeaker broadcasted his impassioned voice to every corner of A University, not just to Zhao Mengmeng in her dorm, but nearly the entire school heard it.
Zhao Mengmeng, standing on the balcony, felt utterly overwhelmed.
This was the first time she was being confessed to in such a high-profile manner—was it meant to be known by the whole school?
The class president was practically killing her!
