Meng Chuyue started like this.
"Xiao Xin, do you have someone you like?"
Zhao Xiaoxin didn't hesitate but immediately blushed.
Good, that's very good, it means she has someone she likes.
Meng Chuyue smiled with pursed lips, "Have you confessed to each other?"
Zhao Xiaoxin, frightened, waved her hands repeatedly, "… He, he won't like me. I haven't been well educated, I'm not worthy of him."
Meng Chuyue raised her eyebrows and laughed, "Oh, is he a college student?"
Zhao Xiaoxin's face turned even redder, "Sis, don't make fun of me, you know, matters of the heart are complicated. It's not like we can just like whoever we want. When you encounter that person, you can't help but like them."
Meng Chuyue said seriously, "I understand. I'm just asking if you're willing to fight for your love and take the adult college entrance examination?"
