Wang Miaomiao pretended not to hear, walked straight to her desk by the window, and put down the book in her hand. She was just about to organize her belongings when she heard soft yet irritating words by her ear...
"Miao Miao, don't be mad, Jia Jia didn't mean it, she wasn't talking about you..."
Wang Miaomiao listened to this, feeling terribly annoyed. She originally thought Liu Ying was a cute girl, but it turns out she's just a little flower. She had judged incorrectly...
She turned her head to look at her, with a slight smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, carelessly leaning against the small desk and said, "You say she wasn't talking about me, then why should I be mad? Li Jiajia, were you talking about me just now?"
Wang Miaomiao turned to look at Li Jiajia, with a hint of cold smile in her eyes, showing no sign of displeasure on her face. Yet, with this expression, there was an indefinable aura that commanded respect, making her hard to ignore.
