Su Li felt she might have inadvertently offended Feng Huaijin and wondered if she could coax out someone who could help her make it rain from his lips.
Su Li sighed, holding a little pink umbrella in one hand and a phone in the other, staring at the screen.
It's already past ten at night now, Tuanzi is probably asleep, right? Would messaging him now disturb him?
Kids usually go to bed pretty early.
While pondering, Su Li seemed to hear someone calling her name in a voice as small as a mosquito's.
Lu Zifan, with a flushed face, whispered, "Su Li, junior, Su Li, junior..."
The pretty silhouette ahead continued walking towards the girls' dormitory, seemingly not having heard his call at all.
Lu Zifan's expression slightly changed, his hands instinctively twisted together, a shadow in his eyes as feelings of inferiority surged in his heart.
Does this pretty junior also despise him for being poor? Looks down on him for studying Chinese as a poor scholar?
