That night, Yue Qingqing received a call from Jiang Jingze.
"I'm sorry."
Jiang Jingze's voice was noticeably low, and Yue Qingqing could imagine the other party pursing his lips like he was covered by dark clouds.
"It's okay, it's already been resolved." Yue Qingqing's voice was light and cheerful.
"It was caused by me." Jiang Jingze wasn't a fool. During his four years at Minghua University, he clearly knew who really called the shots in the student council.
Jiang Hai was basically just a dog for Yu Mengyu.
He had taken the fall for Yu Mengyu more times than he could count.
As for why Yu Mengyu wanted to deal with Yue Qingqing, he couldn't be more clear.
"Then you shouldn't say sorry even more. Can you control everyone's feelings for you, no matter how capable you are?" Yue Qingqing comforted him, "Don't overthink it."
"I'm not by your side." Jiang Jingze was particularly obsessed with this matter.
