"You..." Ling Xuejiu couldn't bear such embarrassing words, but she also knew that when it came to verbal sparring, she was no match for that wretched girl Xiao Jie. So she glared fiercely at her, then buried her head in her meal, ignoring her entirely.
Leng Xuan was caught in the middle of the two women, feeling extremely awkward. He hastily shoveled a few spoonfuls of rice into his mouth, then said goodbye and drove away.
At this moment, it was still early, not yet eight o'clock, but Zhou Li had already arrived at the school's entrance. Her home was nearby, so it hardly took any time to get there.
After finding a spot to sit, Zhou Li pondered what to say to Leng Xuan when they met. Although they hadn't seen each other for a while, she had to admit she still missed him. But the thought of their complicated relationship filled her with dismay.
