Wei Anning rushed to school, but the professor's class had already started for a minute, and as she tried to sneak in, she was caught and punished to stand outside the door. Seeing the professor's stern and impartial expression, she cursed Leng Youchen half to death in her heart.
"Asshole, telling him to hurry up but he didn't, and now her legs were still trembling."
Indeed, the man in the bed should never be provoked.
Clutching her textbook, she looked up and saw Jiang Yang with his backpack on his back, striding straight into her line of sight, "Huh?"
She was stunned, Jiang Yang was never late; if he was late one day, he would almost certainly not appear. And according to Yan Nanfei, Jiang Yang had been interning at Jiang's recently, so how could he be here?
Jiang Yang slowly approached her, glancing at his watch, he asked indifferently, "Late?"
"You too," Wei Anning responded listlessly, with a look that seemed to say, it takes one to know one.
