"Oh…" Su Nanzhi nodded.
Zhao Qingheng had thought he would hear something like "I will definitely try my best," but Su Nanzhi's next sentence was, "Sorry, if I hold you back, there's nothing I can do about it."
Zhao Qingheng: "?"
So unapologetic?
He now somewhat believed that this girl had gotten in through backdoor connections.
Zhao Qingheng maintained his last bit of gentlemanliness by holding Su Nanzhi's new textbooks for her.
After all, he had previously said he would look after this former fiancée at school.
"Mr. Lin also asked me to take you to get your meal card," Zhao Qingheng paused, "Do you know how to get food in the cafeteria? Do you want me to take you to eat at lunch?"
"No need."
"Oh." Zhao Qingheng turned away with a cold expression.
The soft-heartedness of young master Zhao was just momentary; if she didn't need it, he didn't care, since he wasn't someone who frequented the school cafeteria either.
