Nan Qiao finished school, preparing to go home.
Walking alone on the school path, hurried footsteps came from behind.
Nan Qiao turned around and saw it was Lu Zhengyang, very surprised.
Nan Qiao knew that Lu Zhengyang being here, walking the same path with her, was definitely not a coincidence.
Lu Zhengyang walked towards Nan Qiao and stopped in front of her, gazing at Nan Qiao with deep affection.
Nan Qiao: "..."
Nan Qiao turned to leave, but Lu Zhengyang called her.
"Nan Qiao, I have something to say to you."
Nan Qiao took a deep breath and then turned around.
"Did you just climb out of a frying pan? You're so greasy! If you have something to say, just say it, and stop with the theatrics."
Lu Zhengyang: "..."
Nan Qiao's words were too caustic.
"Why are you targeting me and my mom? We have no grievance against you. Can't you find someone else to deal with?" Lu Zhengyang asked in confusion.