Upon hearing this, Chen Wan couldn't help but look up at Zhou Yuwen.
The first time Zhou Yuwen and Chen Wan met was on the first day of school. At that time, Chen Wan was merely a sophomore, and though she was more mature than the freshmen, she was still somewhat naive. In the blink of an eye, nearly two years had passed.
Now Chen Wan was very different from her sophomore days.
It wasn't because she became the student council president, but because she had worked for Zhou Yuwen for almost a year. Her monthly salary of over four thousand made her learn to dress herself up.
Nowadays, she wore light makeup, paired a white shirt with a black lady's suit, fitting her role as the student council president, projecting both formality and authority when facing other students.
However, Zhou Yuwen's words made her uncomfortable; even though his expression wasn't malicious, Chen Wan felt he was being intentional.
She secretly gritted her teeth.
