An Yin stood up and walked out of the classroom under everyone's gaze.
Jiang Keke, who was always gossiping, also craned her neck and stared outside. When she saw the boy's profile, she couldn't help but laugh and murmur, "Senior Su finally made a move. It seems he's not so dumb after all. Yinyin is so pretty—if someone else snatched her up first, he'd be crying."
After muttering, Jiang Keke took out her phone, opened WeChat, and happily started typing to Bao Cheng.
Outside the classroom door.
Su Yifeng stood under the scorching sun, exuding a cool and breezy charm, holding a variety of foods in his hands.
"Junior, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" Su Yifeng said while handing the items to An Yin.
"How did you know?" An Yin looked at the four or five steaming bags in front of her and asked in confusion.