Chen Yang and Mo Yunsheng were telling the truth, but to Lin Rou's ears, it felt like a clumsy attempt to cover up something.
She took the book her mother had picked up, trying to squeeze out a smile, but no smile would come. The sight of her own classmate hugging her mother on the sofa was too much for her to bear.
Moreover, she had special feelings for this classmate, which made it even more unacceptable.
"I'll go back to my room to sort out my books first."
Lin Rou quickly found an excuse and headed to her room, but after just a couple of steps, she noticed a bunch of red roses on the coffee table—a large bouquet that was clearly the kind with ninety-nine roses.
Her heart skipped a beat, Lin Rou dared not linger any longer and fled into her room as if on wings.
