Deng Tao's parent meetings had always been attended by her father, and over the course of more than two, almost three years, he must have seen all the parents of their grade. The key point was that Song Jiawen's face and her demeanor were such that if anyone saw her once, they could not possibly forget her the second time.
That's why Deng's father thought Song Jiawen was not a senior high school student.
Deng Tao had a lot of pent-up anger today. At this moment, seeing Song Jiawen, she wished she could poke a few holes in her.
She ground her teeth and spat out a few words, "She is Song Jiawen!"
Deng's father's eyes widened in shock.
He had always heard his daughter refer to Song Jiawen as someone from the countryside, and the term "country bumpkin" was often mixed in, so he imagined the other party to be a plain girl wearing rustic clothes, thick glasses, and looking quite simple-minded.
No matter how he pictured it, it could not possibly be the stunning face before him now.