Sikong Jian raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing it.
"Oh, sister huh."
Out of nowhere, how come that girl is suddenly treated like a sister?
Besides, they don't really have much interaction, right?
"Mianmian has a biological brother, a cousin, a bunch of friends and partners around her, and you, a president, don't really count for anything..." Sikong Jian's words were sharp enough.
A president?
Feng Ting felt a deep sense of disdain and rejection in these words, his handsome face turning cold as he glared at Sikong Jian, speaking gloomily.
"Mind your own business."
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The weather in December is getting colder, the chill wind whipping through, and Qing University has ushered in its students' exam month.
Today, Lu Mian, who had taken some time off, finally came to school.
Coincidentally, the teacher giving lectures to Lu Mian seemed excited and surprised, as if they had been chosen.
