After class, Luo Qianqian immediately saw Qin Nuan outside the academic building, and even Cong Rong, who usually wouldn't come here, was present.
She cheerfully ran up to the two of them, "What brings both of you here to pick me up? "
Qin Nuan looked around, "Where's your classmate?"
"She left; she left before class even started." Speaking of Shen Yan, Luo Qianqian still wore a puzzled expression on her face—she just didn't understand, why did she rush over only to leave hurriedly?
Cong Rong breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, "I have been feeling uneasy and worried about you this whole time."
"I told you you were overthinking," Qin Nuan rolled her eyes, "This girl is quite shrewd." She said while ruffling Luo Qianqian's already messy hair.
"Actually, it still isn't quite right." Luo Qianqian frowned as she recounted the recent events to them.
