She thought it was simple, believing that no matter what, Li Shengxiao would have to give her his WeChat ID.
Who would have known that the nobly handsome man would just glance at the name tag hanging on her chest, "Finance and Management, sophomore, Bian Xiao?"
Her own name, coming out of his mouth—his husky voice sounded like it had a little hook, making her heartbeat thud audibly.
"I..." She opened her mouth, not even noticing that her cheeks had already turned a bright red, like the maple leaves of October, aglow with the evening light.
The next second, a bucket of cold water was poured over her head from the top down, chilling her to the core.
"Take advantage of my last bit of patience and smartly get lost. Otherwise, I will personally call your school and ask them how they educate you."