Jiang Nian was exhausted.
No wonder Ji Ming could be the director; even for a photo, he considered the composition. But you couldn't blame him entirely.
The little pink fan was partly responsible.
However, at this point, playing dead was no longer meaningful. He silently handed the little fan to Xu Qianqian.
The two exchanged, and Xu Qianqian chuckled a bit.
"Thank you."
While she was playing with the fan, she caught a glance from others from the corner of her eye. She couldn't help but turn her head to see two girls staring at her.
So tall.
One had a cool demeanor, easy to match a name to on the list. Li Qingrong from Class Three, introverted and low-key.
Her eyes dark, emotions hidden.
The other looked familiar, but her name wasn't.
Often seen on stage in her second year, her temperament was also cold. But not as cold as the first, just curiously observing her.
"Hmm?"
