Jiang Zhe said, "Is it necessary?"
Zhang Lingling was taken aback for a moment and had to admit, it really wasn't necessary.
The school uniform looked very good on Jiang Zhe, giving her an air of elegance.
Her face, unadorned by makeup, had clear and delicate skin, with naturally rosy lips, and her eyes and brows were like distant daubs of ink.
When Jiang Zhe saw she didn't respond, she turned and strode out.
Zhang Lingling had no choice but to follow her.
After they had left the building, they happened to encounter other members of the student council who came running up to Zhang Lingling and whispered, "A player from the seniors has acute appendicitis, and an ambulance has been called. We need a substitute player to take the stage, please notify them, this is the substitute student's name and contact information."
"Alright, I'll take care of it," Zhang Lingling said.
