In front, Song Mei couldn't help but shiver all over. Seeing Zhao Guodong, that fool, inexplicably attracting resentment towards her, Ye Ling felt a dull pain in her chest and shot him a glare. He still had a look as if he didn't know what he did wrong.
This person's brain really doesn't work well.
Ye Ling covered her forehead, thinking with this type of brain, she wondered if he could pass the exams. She had been too confident before. Zhao Guodong couldn't wait for Ye Ling's words, so he hissed, "Hick."
"Alright, let's get to class." Ye Ling glared at him.
Anyway, she hadn't had a good relationship with Song Mei, so she wasn't worried about making her remember another mark.
