Wei Ling returned to her seat with a hurt expression. A few people came to get more information from her but were stopped.
"Don't ask; I don't know anything." Wei Ling looked at Tan Jing as she spoke, directing the fire toward her. "Don't ask Jingjing as well. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have said it."
After Wei Ling sent them off, she was in a good mood. She felt that it was easier for her to memorize the English vocabulary that morning.
The phone in the pocket of her school uniform vibrated. She took it out and looked at it under the table.
[How do you feel?] This was Tan Rou. Wei Ling had given her a nickname to prevent Tan Jing from discovering her real name.
Wei Ling's lips curled up as she typed back, [Feels good. I'm happy.]
Nameless: [Well, that's good.]
Wei Ling thought momentarily and typed again, [Will she really marry into the Tao family from the capital?]
