Ning Li, "..."
She blinked and her eyes met Shen Zhijin's gaze. In a split second, she remembered something.
Previously, when Lu Huaiyu had accompanied her to the advanced math class and sent her back to the institute, he had hugged her and kissed her beneath the street lamp. They had bumped into Shen Zhijin at that time.
The space between her eyebrows twitched slightly and she coughed.
"... Ah."
It would be easy for Shen Zhijin to find out about this matter.
At that time, she had only felt embarrassed because it had happened in front of her teachers and elders. Who would have thought that one day, her identity would be reversed?
Now that she thought back to those things from back then, it was truly... an extraordinary sour feeling.
Shen Zhijin replied with a faint "hmm". It was not clear what he was feeling.
Ning Li tugged at his sleeve gently.
