After eating, he prepared to pay the bill.
"It's already paid." The owner glanced at his table from afar, "That girl has already paid for it."
Jiang Nian: "...Huh?"
Another day of freeloading, he originally planned to pay. To repay the class leader for the lunch.
Who would have thought, the hand of fate.
Directly forcing him to eat.
...
Before the evening self-study.
Jiang Nian went into the classroom, specially bringing a dessert for Zhang Ningzhi.
Of course, this had nothing to do with guilt. Absolutely unrelated to any compensatory feelings.
Purely, because he had promised.
Huang Fang turned and glanced at the cake on Zhizhi's desk. She looked at Jiang Nian, and instantly understood.
The fun is about to begin, blood will flow.
No one knows Jiang Nian better than Fang Fang does; her secretary had already constructed a script in her mind, ready for a front-row seat to the explosion.
As for why she wasn't panicked, it's because this time she had nothing to do with it.
