Seeing Liu Feng, Lin Ziran felt as if she had found the fountain of life, sweeping away the gloom that had clouded her mood. Grabbing Ou Lan's hand, she set off briskly, "Let's go, time for class."
Just then, her phone rang with an unfamiliar number.
She answered with suspicion, only to find it was Bao Long. Because she had blacklisted his number, he used a different one to call her.
If it had been before she saw Liu Feng, Lin Ziran would have definitely hung up immediately, but now she asked gently, "What's up, Mr. Bao?"
Caught off guard by the sudden gentleness, Bao Long felt his intelligence drift off, "Hehe, Zi, Ziran, of course, I want to invite you to have dinner."
"Sure, where?" Lin Ziran was actually looking for an opportunity to meet him so she could properly deal with him and crush him like a sea cucumber.