You Brought The Painting, Right?

Feng Yu was sitting upright. He touched the bridge of his nose uncomfortably and said, "I was worried, so I contacted Xiao Ye. We will accompany you."

Qiao Nian looked at the additional person and felt a splitting headache.

Ye Wangchuan turned around in the front seat and looked at her innocently. "The dean insisted on coming along. I had no choice. We'll wait for you in the car later. It shouldn't affect anything."

Qiao Nian looked at Feng Yu, but he refused to meet her eyes, so she pretended not to see anything.

Qiao Nian's head hurt again. She pressed her forehead, knowing that Feng Yu was going with her today no matter what.

Without another word, she bent down and got into the car.

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