"Yi Muhuan?" Luo Qianqian furrowed her brows, stood up, and rubbed her buttocks where she'd hit the ground, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Were those words just spoken by this person?
Yi Muhuan looked at the girl in front of him dressed without a trace of taste, a flicker of disgust passing through his eyes. Since she knew his name, did she know he was supposed to be here today to throw himself at someone? But he wasn't so lacking in taste as to fancy such a bean sprout of a kid.
"Qianqian, are you okay?" The group of people, including He Wenyu, who ran over anxiously after seeing Luo Qianqian pushed into the pool, checked her for injuries, their faces full of concern.
"I'm fine, it just hurts from the fall. I'll check it out in the changing room later." Luo Qianqian shook her head to reassure her friends, while a few boys consciously stood in front of the girls, blocking Yi Muhuan's line of sight.
