Holding the love letter brought out by the homeroom teacher Yang Qian, Liu Chen couldn't help but sweat profusely. Isn't this exactly written about him? This can't be considered a love letter; at most, it's just a diary.
"Let's find a place to sit down and talk."
The two stood in the hallway, with people coming and going alongside them. Tang Tiantian, the homeroom teacher, was 20 years old, and just started her job today right after graduating from college, which was quite challenging.
"Where to?" Yang Qian asked in a panic, knowing that in her mind, Liu Chen was a downright rogue.
"To that pavilion over there. If Teacher Yang doesn't have time, I'll just go back."
Liu Chen said.
"Go back?" Yang Qian was taken aback. This brother is not responsible for his sister at all and wants to leave without barely saying a word.
"Alright, let's go to that pavilion to talk."
