"Chen Tianlong, I heard from Xiaoyu that you had a falling out with Mengting. What's going on?" The speaker was none other than the young lady Lin Wushuang.
For some reason, upon hearing her friend say that Wu Mengting and Chen Tianlong had a serious argument, Lin Wushuang, who should have been happy about it, couldn't find any joy.
This morning, she secretly passed by the classroom of Class Three and noticed that Wu Mengting wasn't there and the spot behind Lin Wushuang was also empty. Later, when she heard from Zhao Lei that Chen Tianlong was on the rooftop, it startled her, and she hurried up.
"I heard you argued with Wu Mengting?" Lin Wushuang looked at the solitary figure on the rooftop, hurriedly walked over, and asked.
"I'd say so!"
Chen Tianlong replied coldly.
"What kind of attitude is that? Can't you speak properly?" Lin Wushuang looked at Chen Tianlong's indifferent expression, and couldn't help but feel saddened.
