"Still the same thing, leave it to me."
Mo Jingchun looked at Zhang Hui Zhen's reply, feeling increasingly uneasy as he thought about it.
However, the class bell forced Mo Jingchun to put away his phone.
In class, the teacher was teaching on the podium, and the students were listening attentively. Mo Jingchun, who finally made it to noon, took out his phone at the first opportunity to check messages.
"What are you looking at?"
Two heads, one big and one small, leaned over to peek at the screen.
Mo Jingchun put down the phone and took the candy that Yang Xiaoyu was holding.
"Nothing much."
Yang Xiaoyu pursed her lips, almost having the words "I don't believe you" written on her face.
Holding the candy, Mo Jingchun checked the messages from Zhang Hui Zhen.
"Your thing, I've taken care of it for you. Wei Luxue will be waiting for you outside the library at seven tonight. Remember to dress nicely."
"I've also sent you her phone number, contact her yourself tomorrow."
