Luo Qianqian was lost in thought when her classmates gradually started to arrive. Holding her composition book, she looked at the letter and wondered what kind of mindset would drive this boy to frame her?
Finally, the boy entered the classroom. Seeing Luo Qianqian's complex gaze fixed on him, he panicked and quickly returned to his seat.
Holding two pieces of letter paper and a composition book, Luo Qianqian walked up to the boy, "Wang Yang, what do you mean by this?" she said, throwing the items onto Wang Yang's desk. "I hardly ever interact with you, why would you frame us?"
"What's going on?" Pei Yuhao stood up, strode to the classroom door by Wang Yang's desk, and looked at the letter paper and the composition book.
"What are you talking about? I don't know," said Wang Yang, turning his head away, refusing to meet Luo Qianqian's aggressive gaze.
