The morning dismissal bell rang.
Wang Yong bolted as if liberated, unwilling to stay for even a second.
Dong Qingfeng glanced at his former deskmate, so flustered, and couldn't help but chuckle, recalling Wang Yong's disdainful comments about the Four Golden Flowers.
Two different times, two different situations.
"He's even more of a wimp than I thought!" Dong Qingfeng shook his head.
Yiyun said, "Pang Jiao is pretty intimidating. It's normal for him to back down."
Wu Xiaoqi and Song Sheng used to concede every day.
Dong Qingfeng said, "The main thing is he gives in too quickly, not a shred of manliness."
"Whatever, let's not talk about this. I'll take you out for lunch. There's a restaurant with great stir-fried dishes," Dong Qingfeng said casually, catching a glimpse of Shen Qing'e still in her seat.
She had lost her usual cheerfulness, replaced by a frequently furrowed brow, but this melancholy only added a glow to her, deeply attracting Dong Qingfeng.
