Lu Yinxing heard this sentence and sensibly said, "You two talk, I'll wait for you at the front."
After saying that, Lu Yinxing ran to a sycamore tree at the school gate by herself.
Xia Ye glanced at Lin Zhi, looking extremely indifferent: "What do you want to say?"
Lin Zhi said, "I saw your application in the office, and now even the principal is discussing this matter. What's going on? Does Class 13 really have such a big attraction? Why are all of you trying to go to a last-place gathering spot like that?"
Xia Ye coldly swept a glance at Lin Zhi: "This doesn't seem to concern you."
Every time Xia Ye's cold attitude always drove Lin Zhi crazy.
From childhood to adulthood, her mother had taught her that no matter what, she should always maintain her composure and never lose her ladylike demeanor.
But in front of Xia Ye, she felt she was about to lose it.
He was just too cold.
She had thought of giving up countless times, but in the end, she still couldn't let it go.
