At that moment, a laugh entered the room.
"What's up, Jiefan, feeling deflated again? And you, Ms. Homecoming Queen, are you really going off now??"
Yu Jiefan heard the voice, snorted coldly, and couldn't be bothered to reply.
Sun Xiaoran laughed and said, "Zhiqiang, I really am leaving. I still have some work to handle, and if I don't leave now, my boss will scold me tomorrow."
"You're really going?" Wang Zhiqiang said with a smile as he walked in; his tall frame—over 1.8 meters—almost blocked the doorway.
When Sun Xiaoran saw Wang Zhiqiang's somewhat teasing expression, she didn't feel disgusted. Instead, it felt warm, genuine, and it also made her think of a boy from the past.
"I really am going, would I lie to you? I don't have a rich second generation as a boyfriend!" Sun Xiaoran said, somewhat jokingly.
"Hehe." Wang Zhiqiang said, embarrassed, touching his nose.
