Behind the lenses, there was a hazy mist, with only a fleeting chill, like the biting north wind in the depths of winter, piercing straight through the heart.
"Jiang Shengyao, what do you want?"
Everyone watching this scene suddenly felt something was off.
Jiang Shengyao's reaction didn't seem like one of mere debt collection; instead, it carried a hint of ambiguity...
Could it be that even the unruly Mr. Jiang had fallen for Shen You'an's school uniform skirt?
Jiang Shengyao's Adam's apple surged abruptly. His eyes were conflicted, yet he stared fixedly at this face, unblinking.
"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
"This is the second time." Shen You'an flung off Jiang Shengyao's hand, her tone icy.
"In the future, make sure to sharpen your vision. If not, go and get yourself a pair of glasses."
After saying this, she no longer spared Jiang Shengyao another glance and stepped away from the cafeteria.
