In the last moment before leaving, Shen Yu gave Zheng Yanyan a look, a look that was neither sad nor joyful, indescribable.
Anyway, Shen Yu left, and she returned to the dormitory.
Watching her receding figure, Zheng Yanyan squinted her eyes and proudly thought to herself, "Shen Yu, don't blame me, you attacked first, and I won this time!"
"Hey, are you still taking photos?" asked the photographer behind.
"Yes! Why not, senior, take one of the two of us!"
Zheng Yanyan came back, grabbed Zhou Yuwen's arm, she had no way back now, Zhou Yuwen was her trophy, and it would be embarrassing if her trophy didn't end up belonging to her.
"Are you crazy? You made her run off, and you still want photos?"
In fact, here, Zhou Yuwen was the most awkward, he couldn't deny his relationship with Zheng Yanyan, nor could he say he would leave with Shen Yu, because that would make Zheng Yanyan look like a fool, but to be honest, Zhou Yuwen didn't quite like Zheng Yanyan's tactics.
Too vicious.