"Stop fretting, the President's driver will be here any minute now," Pei Ruoshui nudged her shoulder, teasing, "I think you didn't shop this afternoon not because you didn't want to, but because you were so preoccupied with thoughts of the President that you couldn't concentrate?"
"If you spout nonsense again, be careful, I might bite you to death."
"Why would you bite me? I'm not the President."
"You're still going on about it!" Tong Ran glared at her with a smile, and the two of them chatted and laughed as they walked out. Just as they reached the street, they bumped into someone head-on.
At first, Tong Ran didn't recognize the person. She was about to walk past when the male student recognized her at a glance. He hurriedly blocked her way, "Tong Ran!"
She was startled, and after a few seconds, she quickly realized, "Loh Cheng!"
Back when she was studying at South Music Art Academy, mentioning their classmate Loh Cheng, everyone's first thought was—Han Qingqing!
