Li Mengjie, although she hadn't gone to ask, quickly gathered the gist from the gossip-loving students in her class and began to feel uncomfortable, thinking to herself, 'Good for you, Leng Xuan, you clearly promised me you wouldn't fool around with girls outside, and now look, someone is already sending gifts to the class. Hmph, wait until we get back and see how you explain this?' As she thought about it, her face turned red, and she secretly said to herself, 'Why should I care so much about him, could I really fall for a poor boy like him? No, how could he possibly be worthy of me? I only consider him a Slave, and since he is my Slave, he shouldn't be taken by someone else. Yes, that must be it...' With that explanation, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.
However, that sour feeling seemed not to have dissipated yet, and she couldn't help giving Leng Xuan a somewhat resentful glare!
Noticing the change in Li Mengjie's expression, Ling Xuejiu asked, "Xiao Jie, what's wrong?"