Feng Nianian went to order food at the back, her face not looking very pleasant. It wasn't until she finished ordering and turned around that a smile returned to her face.
Although she couldn't sit at Duan Qianyang's table, she still found the nearest spot to sit down, facing exactly in that direction.
Ruan Jiaojiao noticed she didn't sit at the same table and, for Duan Qianyang's sake, didn't show anything overt, but she was indeed relieved inside.
After all, sitting with people you don't like while eating your favorite food is torturous no matter how you think about it.
Although the direction happened to be directly facing Feng Nianian, Ruan Jiaojiao didn't mind. She didn't look in that direction even once afterward, drinking soy milk and eating fried chicken, feeling extremely content.
When she was about to finish eating, another four or five students came in, laughing and joking along the way, and finally stopped at Feng Nianian's table.
