Han Leng was struck speechless by the stupidity of Chen Haoran, but he almost burst out laughing, thinking of the dumfounded face of Zhao Youyue upon receiving the donation, if Chen Haoran goes through with this…Lady Zhao, would you have such a day too?
Would it be enough for her to buy a bag?
In fact, Han Leng never once knew what was in this Lady Zhao's mind. From their limited contact, it was obvious to him that Zhao Youyue was not a girl who would settle for a low profile.
She always showed off her selfies among her friends and seemed to be very good at mix-matching her clothing too. Her selfies were beautiful, with perfect angles, slightly touched-up, just enough to turn her into a goddess, as she was already a beauty. But, why would she always wear a school uniform at school?
Did she underestimate her peers so much, that she did not bother to flaunt herself in front of them?
Tonicquill: I, had a drink again. Don’t look at me! It was a cold day, I thought I should have some Rum for some warmth. Unfortunately, I am a lightweight. Extremely so. Fear not, for I only have one more chapter to cover today, so I should still be seeing straight when I’m done.