"I can't tell you. I promised Zhang Jiahao not to tell you. You just have to remember that she's not a good person." Wang Zihan sighed softly. Finally, someone knew Geng Qiu's true colors.
Seeing that Wang Zihan didn't say anything, Zhao Yuyao also felt a little bored. He prepared to walk in the direction of the classroom.
"Do you have Yan Yan's contact information?" asked Wen Xin, leaning against the wall. Invite her over to watch the public lecture. I'll get someone to save a seat for her."
"Yan Yan?" When Zhao Yuyao heard this name, he turned around abruptly. He did not know how Wen Xin knew her. "Little Grandaunt, how do you know Yan Yan?"
"I was having dinner at a restaurant the other day. I happened to bump into Yan Yan and Zhao Yuzheng, so I got to know them. I have a good impression of her, so I can invite her over to play."