Spoils Of War

Yi Juncheng narrowed his eyes dangerously. "The person who accompanied you last time was a senior?"

The corners of Sheng Yang's mouth twitched. "I had to borrow a student ID to enter."

The atmosphere had just eased up a little when the security guard said, "Nonsense. Are you someone who needs a student ID?"

That day, the news that Sheng Yang was not a student of the university but had borrowed 20 books at once had spread throughout the entire university. Moreover, as a security guard, he had also seen her carrying a large sack with one hand. It left a deep impression on him.

Sheng Yang was expressionless. She didn't know if she should say anything. Then, she walked in as if she didn't see Yi Juncheng's intriguing and complicated gaze.

Yi Juncheng was jealous, but he couldn't do anything to her. However, she was so different now. She was pretending to be innocent.