"You're in trouble, you've fallen in love," he exclaimed earnestly.
Qin Jingchen glanced at him, whereas Fen Ye was brazen even when his argument wasn't coherent—had he really said something wrong?
When Jiang Zhe returned, Xiao Meng had just finished blow-drying her hair: "That was fast. It usually takes me a while to queue when I go."
"Qin Jingchen brought it over."
Xiao Meng revealed a knowing smile.
After breakfast, the two of them left the residential complex and walked towards the school.
The familiar Lincoln was nowhere to be seen; Jiang Zhe's eyes lifted to spot another car.
"Jiang Zhe!" Two middle-aged men in their early fifties, dressed in suits, alighted from the car and approached Jiang Zhe, "We need a few minutes of your time."
Xiao Meng looked at these strangers with a bit of concern.
Jiang Zhe said to her indifferently, "You go to school first; I'll be there in a moment."
Xiao Meng then ran towards the school's entrance.
