"Ding dong!"
Suddenly, the WeChat notification tone rang out from her phone. Ye Zitong, who had until then been pretending to chat and laugh while looking at her phone, changed her expression instantly and subconsciously pulled the phone away from her ear.
She looked down and discovered that she had received a group chat message—it was from the class group chat.
Before Ye Zitong could react, a cold laugh came from behind her, "Yo, little Tong, weren't you on a call? How come you can still receive group chat messages?"
Ye Zitong's face changed. Turning around, she saw Da Kui and a few other young men with their arms crossed, all smirking coldly at her. Da Kui, in particular, was looking down at her condescendingly, "Little Tong, that's not very honest of you. We guys have been waiting for you here, and you tricked us into thinking you were on the phone. What, do you look down on us or something?"
"You guys..."