The azure blue couture properly outlined Jiang Xianrou's superior neckline. Her waist was slender, and the skirt below was like a flowing galaxy.
Today, Jiang Xianrou was ostentatiously beautiful and had the beauty of being as arrogant as a swan.
"Senior."
Zhao Ruoqi showed an envious expression when she opened the door and saw Jiang Xianrou's customized outfit. After entering the room, she closed the door and walked in front of Jiang Xianrou, smiled, and said, "Senior, the result of the draw is out. According to what you said, I asked the student council to change the order. They just drew No. 6 and will be performing on stage after us…"
Zhao Ruoqi couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth to laugh when she said this.
Forget it if the Chinese Medicine Faculty collided with them, but they were still performing on stage back to back. Wasn't it courting death?
She had to say, senior Jiang Xianrou had a knack for pissing people off.
