Xu Junjie, excited, tried to embrace her. "Let's forget the past grudges and give me another chance; An Ning, let's get back together."
An Ning asked sarcastically, "What about An Xueqi?"
Thinking she was wavering, Xu Junjie hugged her even tighter and pleaded urgently, "We'll keep it secret; we won't let her know."
"You're despicable, get off me," An Ning angrily pushed him away. "Trash with tramp is a perfect match; you and An Xueqi are cut from the same cloth. You two are perfect for each other."
Xu Junjie still wanted to hold onto her. "Don't leave."
"Let go."
And so, they began to tussle on the main street.
"Didi..."
The car horn sounded shrill and urgent.
Both of them looked over.
An Ning recognized the car. It was Yu Jingchen's private limited edition business vehicle, the same car that had taken her to school that morning.
Xu Junjie was seething with anger. "It's him, right?"
"Yes." Seeing the car, An Ning suddenly felt enveloped by a sense of security and warmth.