Ivy League Is Here

Helpless, he contacted Luo Mengmeng again. When Luo Mengmeng received Jin Lu's call and heard the voice, she felt her phone burning. "Ah, we're in the dormitory. She's beside me. I'll give her my phone."

"Thank you." Jin Lu was elegant and polite, like a Prince Charming from a fairy tale.

His voice was soothing.

"Who?" Sheng Yang glanced at Luo Mengmeng.

"Senior Jin Lu," Luo Mengmeng mouthed.

Sheng Yang took it and hung up. Luo Mengmeng said, "That's not very nice, right?"

"What's wrong with that?" Sheng Yang's gaze was distant. "I know why he's looking for me, but I don't want to go."

Jin Lu had an awkward expression on his face. Xue Xue was happy to see him get hung up on. Sheng Yang was too arrogant. If she had picked up Senior Jin Lu's call, she would have known that Chancellor Liao was here. She would never have done such a foolish thing. It was a pity that Sheng Yang didn't give Senior Jin Lu a chance, so she deserved it.