Song Fengwan grabbed her pen and faced the paper. Her emotions were surging. She hadn't done anything wrong at all, yet she had to write a self-reflection essay for no reason…
She sat at the dormitory management office for more than an hour. It was almost six in the evening. Seeing that she didn't write a single word, the dormitory management aunt hesitated for a moment. "Alright, go back. Go out and eat something. We'll talk about this essay tomorrow."
"Thank you."
Song Fengwan felt really uncomfortable.
When she went out and turned on her phone, Fu Chen's messages came one after another.
[You're not done dressing yet? When should I pick you up?]
[Do the clothes fit?]
[Are you still busy? Why aren't you replying?]
…
There were also a few calls from Xu Yuanfei asking her why she hadn't come to the dessert shop yet. She had made an appointment to make a cake for Fu Chen's birthday in the afternoon.
