Little Dining Table.
Group chat page, ink-painting style male avatar: "She didn't call me, her mom did."
Dong Qingfeng held his phone, his face suddenly changed dramatically.
The heart once filled with hope instantly plunged into the abyss.
Jiang Ning's words, through the screen, seemed like magic, hitting him painfully.
The pain made Dong Qingfeng's face exceptionally pale.
"Dong Qingfeng, what's wrong?" Jiang Yanan asked politely, after all, she had received breakfast from him many times, so she couldn't just ignore him.
Dong Qingfeng forced a pained smile: "I'm fine, let's eat."
At a nearby table, contrasted with Dong Qingfeng's gloom, Liu Chuandao laughed wildly, his face full of a scoundrel's glee: "Hahaha, did you see? Jiang Ning swore, he actually said '[damn]', haha, he usually pretends to be a goody-two-shoes in class, but look, his true colors are revealed now!"
