"Shanshan, can you forgive me?" Panpan lowered her voice. Shanshan glanced at the professor on the podium and replied in a similarly weak voice, "Alright, I've forgiven you. I wasn't planning to stay mad at you."
"Shanshan, why didn't you explain to me the day before yesterday? If you had explained, we wouldn't have had a conflict."
"Explain what?"
"Tell me Yang Xiaobei's true nature."
"He has his difficulties too, I didn't want to stab him in the back. Actually, he..." She intended to tell Panpan that Yang Xiaobei had his own reasons for being kept by someone. But then she thought better of it. Considering things from his perspective, yet he backstabbed her, why should she still care about his image?
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This Marxism philosophy class finally ended.
Shanshan, holding Panpan's hand, left the class, ready to head to the next classroom for their linear algebra lecture.
Before entering the classroom, Shanshan made a call to Chen Ziqian.
