Not knowing if it was her own misperception, Ye Qing Luo oddly felt that the freshman they were talking about… seemed to be her.
These two people, who exactly were they?
Furthermore, one of the voices sounded familiar.
But even though she searched her super powerful memory, she was still unable to recall whose voice that belonged to.
She only felt that she had heard some incredible matter.
Her brows creased as her expression revealed a heavy look.
If today, the news of her tidying up the second level of the library pavilion had leaked out, then these two people would definitely believe that she had heard their conversation secretly.
Even if there was no way to confirm whether or not Ye Qing Luo had indeed heard anything, but the matter which they talked about was something of grave importance.
Rather kill wrongly then to miss out.