Let Me Sort Out My Thoughts

One would rather use the time to sleep than listen to Qiu Chenxi's lesson. "Qiao Nan, are you teasing me?" Why did she feel that Qiao Nan's words did not seem trustworthy?

"You'll know the answer tonight." Qiao Nan was not in a hurry to answer. She looked calm and confident of herself.

"It's good that I don't have to attend Qiu Chenxi's class, but I refuse to believe in fate. I am sure that the number of students will be less than twenty tonight!" Shi Qing was bent on going against Qiao Nan.

The female counselor who sat beside them and was sorting through her documents was listening in on their conversation.

In no time, Zhai Yaohui and the higher-ups knew of what they had been talking about.