Fine Arts Building
Zhang Zicheng had just finished class and was getting ready to go eat with He Xinming. Seeing He Xinming standing at the classroom door waiting for her, no matter how busy he was, a swelling sense of achievement welled up inside her.
The envious whispers of classmates behind her also made her secretly proud. She believed she had charm; otherwise, someone who could be considered a big deal at school wouldn't be so utterly wrapped around her finger.
Chapter 97