158 Sincerity Is Just Next to Misery (8)

Song Qingchun's table was far away from Su Zhinian's table. That, combined with the jolly atmosphere of the party, allowed Song Qingchun to hide her uncomfortableness well.

After the party was over, the Student Council President opened a few tables in the mah-jongg room at the building's top floor.

Before they went upstairs, someone suggested they take a group picture for memory.

For his son's 100th day celebration, the president had employed a professional photographer. Since the equipment was all there, everyone abided by the suggestion. With the president leading, everyone was arranged into two rows, sorted by height.

Song Qingchun was of middle height among the group of women. but since she had selected a pair of ten-centimeter-tall heels that night, she had to stand in the back row.