Whenever people walked past Qiao Nan, they would point at her and whisper to each other.
Qiao Nan could not hear what they were talking about, but she could tell clearly whether their intentions were good or bad.
Qiao Nan knitted her brows, her expression turning cold. She grabbed her books and went to the canteen.
Qiao Nan bought her meal and was getting ready to eat. She noticed that people around her still cast weird glances at her. She could not help but feel angry.
The problem was those people only whispered behind her back. Qiao Nan had no idea what they were talking about.
"Qiao Nan, shall we eat together?" Tang Jiayun carried her plate and sat down at the seat opposite Qiao Nan. "All the other seats are occupied. This is the only empty seat. I am sure you won't mind."
