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The whole class was stunned, and the subtle atmosphere just now faded in the blink of an eye.
He Jing really admired her scheming. She had won everyone's favor with one sentence and represented the whole class. If she refused, she would be disrespecting the whole class.
Besides, she didn't like milk tea, and neither did the fake heiress.
Shen Qiuyu, who looked at Cheng Yi in anger, spat out a disdainful "Pah!" She said, "I think you want to poison Sister Jing to death."
Cheng Yi's face turned pale and her eyes teared up. "Shen Qiuyu, I didn't mean it that way."
It sounded as if she had suffered a great grievance. The students also felt that Shen Qiuyu was a little too much.
No matter what, she had good intentions.
He Jing timely spoke up, "Thank you for your kindness, Cheng Yi. I don't like milk tea."
Cheng Yi's eyelashes quivered as she bit her lower lip. "Student He Jing, do you also believe Student Shen Qiuyu's words?"