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When Qiao Nian saw him, she put away her cell phone, raised the ends of her eyes, and her expression turned lazy. "No, I didn't wait very long. I was only here for a while."

Ye Wangchuan looked at her snow white and melon-shaped face. The corners of his mouth pricked up unconsciously. Seeing that she was in a good mood, he put his hand into his pocket and said, "I'm sorry for coming late. Something urgent came up."

"Okay." Qiao Nian nodded her head in understanding and waved the cell phone in her hand a little. She looked relaxed and calm, and not a trace of anger could be seen on her face. "You sent me a message telling me you would take about half an hour."

She glanced at the time. It was exactly half an hour, not even a minute later.

"You're on time."

The small action of her raising her eyebrows, with her black eyes glinting, made him wonder what would happen if he was late for even a minute. This thought made Ye Wangchuan's mouth rise uncontrollably. He couldn't hide the pleasure on his face. His eyes narrowed and his voice was lazy and charming. "When it comes to you, I'll never be late."

Qiao Nian was speechless.

She was initially just trying to tease him with a joke, but in the end, she was the one getting teased instead.

and felt a little frustrated. She had an inexplicable feeling that she was being pushed back. She was very troubled, but she

was mainly

of energetic eyes looked at Wen Ziyu, and the more he looked, the

a distance away just now, they spotted a boy running over to Qiao Nian to chat her up. He assumed he was just an unknown student from Qing University. But looking carefully at him now, he looked very familiar. He looked like the Young Master of the

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was too

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matter what happened to her, it would

was clearly a typical high school girl from Rao City. But after interacting with her in the past half a year, he

eighteen-year-old girl

full marks in the Qing University

back by the principal. He remembered flipping the pages of the paper seven or eight times to confirm what he was seeing. Indeed, there were

Qiao Nian never canceled or corrected her workings

was also part of the nine-year compulsory education system and also sat for the College Entrance