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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 out. Everyone looked

other, but they couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. Thus, they pretended that nothing had happened and continued having fun after

Outside the private room.

some fresh air. She first walked through the corridor to the bathroom to rinse

and took out her cell phone again when she had calmed down a little. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website

Ruoqi had sent her as she was flipping through the records. The content of the message was similar to what

were

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 of saying that

gaze. Then, she read out the last sentence of the message:

us any face." She subconsciously pursed her lips, and

Qiao Nian!

Qiao Nian

white. Jiang Xianrou did not even feel it herself. She was

that the Chinese Medicine Faculty was gathering to discuss

lowered her head, and leaned

it up