That evening, during self-study, Pu Sangzhi was somewhat distracted.
After finishing her homework in the first class, she leaned her head on one hand and lay on the desk starting from the second class, gazing listlessly ahead.
Pu Sangzhi was thinking.
The incident in the afternoon had stuck in her mind; she just couldn't let it go.
She didn't feel it was because she was jealous; she was just wondering if her fleeing the scene might have caused a misunderstanding?
At that time, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were on her, Huo Feng was pressing her, and she had also misspoken, completely looking like she wanted to crawl into a hole to escape the embarrassment.
That's exactly why she had run away in a panic.
But now, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that her running away was wrong.
