Fashion design class was Tang Mulin's favorite class.
Although she didn't like attracting attention, she would always sit in the corner of the classroom. Among all the students, she was the most attentive listener and had the best grades.
But during today's class, the professor was lecturing enthusiastically from the podium.
Tang Mulin, however, didn't catch a single word.
The person next to her seemed to be listening very seriously, occasionally raising his hand to answer questions.
His fluent French made it seem as if he had lived in Paris for many years.
Class wasn't over yet, but the girls in the class were frequently looking back at him, and then their gazes fell on her.
It was as if Chu Jinnian had come for her.
Barely making it to the end of class, Tang Mulin stood up almost the moment the bell rang, "Excuse me..."
"Sure."
Chu Jinnian rose with a smile and thoughtfully pulled back the chair to make it easier for her to leave.
Tang Mulin ran out of the classroom.
