Wen Jianan clenched his fist.
She actually asked him if he had something to say?
"Ye Ningwan, in your eyes, what am I exactly?" Wen Jianan questioned.
Ye Ningwan thought for a moment.
The teacher's son?
Forget it, she can't tell him about this matter.
"Of course, an old classmate. Although, we weren't classmates for long. But since you're the teacher's son, I still have some classmate sentiment for you,"
Ye Ningwan said, also giving him a very friendly smile.
But she didn't know how much this answer hurt Wen Jianan.
So that's it, in her eyes, he's just an ordinary classmate.
So all along, it was just his self-delusion?
"Hey, Wen Jianan, what's wrong? You look terrible, are you feeling unwell?"
Ye Ningwan saw Wen Jianan's pale face and frowned in confusion.
However, he's also a student of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, even if his health isn't great, he should be able to help himself.
