After returning from Old Wu's office, although Xie Ying'an's complexion wasn't particularly good, he still sat to the left of Wen Shiyi, in the seat he often occupied.
This action, to say Li Qingran was surprised was an understatement; the entire senior year class two was astonished.
But as the person involved had a tense expression, and seemed to be in a bad mood, even the curious students didn't dare to take more than a glance.
However, Li Qingran took several more looks. She didn't even know why she kept looking over, as if it was a subconscious action.
Moreover, with each glance, she felt more and more stifled inside, to the point where she felt she couldn't breathe.
During such a stressful academic period, no one wanted to be swayed by these emotions, least of all Li Qingran who was solely focused on studying.
But she couldn't control it, not in the slightest.
