"What is she thinking? She got such a good score but she doesn't want to go! Is there a bump in her head!"
"Everyone thinks differently!" Zhao Jiaqi elegantly tidied her long hair, portraying a ladylike demeanour. She wouldn't speak ill of Ye Fanxing in front of others, "Her family is really having a hard time. I heard her mother works in a hot pot restaurant, and her father moves bricks at a construction site."
"Really..." Everyone was surprised. Those who could attend Jiangzhou No.1 Middle School usually wouldn't be from poor families, "Jiaqi, you're such a good person. Your family is so rich, yet you're still good friends with her."
Zhao Jiaqi smiled, enjoying their praises.
Ye Fanxing had just arrived at the entrance when she overheard their conversation. It seems like every gathering turns into Zhao Jiaqi's personal show.
It's impressive how she can have everyone eating out of the palm of her hand.