An Ning's voice stood out, as did the name Jiang Xia.
Because in the class that had just ended, Jiang Xia, who had been admitted as the top-ranked student to the finance department, had failed to answer even the simplest question.
It wouldn't have been a problem if he simply couldn't answer. But the imposter Jiang Xia had stammered and stuttered, sounding like someone who could barely string a sentence together.
An Ning's shout made the imposter Jiang Xia point at himself in confusion, as if to ask, 'Are you calling me?'
Standing at the door, An Ning called out again, "Is Jiang Xia here? I'm from his hometown. His grandpa asked me to bring him something."
An Ning, at the doorway, completely ignored the imposter. She walked straight into the classroom, scanned the room, and asked with a puzzled look, "Did Jiang Xia not come to class?"
Yin Xuemei, who was standing nearby, seemed to catch on. She was about to step forward and play along with An Ning, but someone beat her to it.
