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At the same time, at Lan Pavilion.

Jiang Xianrou hung up the call. Her eyes darkened and she looked a little cold.

Seeing that she didn't look too good, her friend beside her asked her in a whisper, "Xianrou, what's wrong? Who called just now?"

Jiang Xianrou shook her head and forced herself to say perfunctorily, "It's nothing. It was a call from the school."

"Oh." She did not ask further upon hearing that it was some school matters. She turned around and continued singing with the others.

Jiang Xianrou sat alone in the corner of the private room, feeling uncomfortable.

She sat for a few minutes and then checked on Qin Si's WeChat message on her cell phone. She sent another message to ask Qin Si out to play yesterday, but he still had not replied!

It was quite a slap in the face.

At least before Qiao Nian came to Beijing, Qin Si had never treated her like this. He was too cold and distant now.

She sat there for a moment, unable to suppress the discomfort in her heart. She got up, picked up her cell phone, and walked out. Then, she said to the group of people who usually surrounded her, "You guys go on. I'll go out for some air."

up and went

other, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. Thus, they pretended

Outside the private room.

first walked through the corridor to the bathroom to rinse her

out her cell phone again when she had calmed down a little. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access

that Zhao Ruoqi had sent her as she was flipping through the records. The content of the message was similar to what Liang Lu had just said to her. It also said that the two departments had

Ruoqi's words were even more direct

that the people from the Clinical Department had gone to the manager of the Emerald Pavilion to argue and even mentioned her name to bank on her status. However, the manager did not buy it at all. He still insisted on giving the private room to the Chinese Medicine Faculty. He was just short

dark gaze. Then, she read out

Emerald Pavilion didn't give us any face." She subconsciously pursed her lips, and her expression became

Qiao Nian!

Qiao

until her knuckles turned white. Jiang Xianrou did not

the phone that the

lowered her head, and leaned

it up