Wen Fuyan had never felt that her judgment was wrong, but this time, she was indeed confused.
Why did a simple word of concern lead to such a sticky entanglement?
What a hassle.
Classmate Chen Yu always cried so pitifully and looked at her with wet eyes.
"I, can I confess to you, President... Mr. President..."
Wen Fuyan:?
Wen Fuyan was moved but refused.
*The president who behaves gently but is actually indifferent
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