"Brother Fan, you're finally here! Quick, give me the breakfast, I'm starving!"
Gu Feifei snatched the breakfast, and the other girls promptly did the same.
Everything seemed the same as always, but after snatching the breakfast, the group of girls went back to their seats in silence—including Gu Feifei, who usually loved to chatter nonstop with him.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Fan walked over to Gu Feifei's side and sat right on her desk, rapping her unceremoniously on the forehead.
"You don't know?" Gu Feifei rubbed her forehead and tried to shove him off. When she found she couldn't move him, she looked up and glared at him in frustration.
"Should I know? Cut the crap and spit it out. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone you came to work commando again!" Zhou Fan threatened high-handedly. At the same time, whether intentionally or not, his palm brushed against Gu Feifei, making her nearly yelp.
