For some reason, she always felt that Song Sinian's gaze was a bit dangerous now.
Had her recent act of coquetry failed to fool him?
Lu Zhaozhao pursed her lips, wondering if she could find another way through, "Song..."
"Shh." Song Sinian suddenly pressed his index finger to her lips, his tone low, "Now, let's talk about the compensation plan, Mrs. Song..."
"..."
The next day, Lu Zhaozhao, utterly exhausted, slumped over her desk in class.
Xu Zhenzhen, seeing her state, couldn't help but chuckle teasingly, "What did you do last night? You look like a spirit drained of its essence..."
Lu Zhaozhao gave Xu Zhenzhen a despairing look and sighed, "If there really was a spirit, it must have been as handsome as our Mr. Song from the Lu Family. Otherwise, how could he drain me just by his looks?"
"..."
Hearing this, Xu Zhenzhen's gossip flame burned even brighter.
She raised an eyebrow and leaned close to Lu Zhaozhao, whispering, "So, last night you guys..."