"The cup in your hand belongs to my counselor," Cheng Zhu's main thing was sincerity.
"Huh? Counselor? You're shitting me!" Jiang Wanzhou didn't believe it.
"Why would I lie to you, she really just came with me in one car and then went back in another," Cheng Zhu indeed hadn't lied.
Little President Jiang looked at him for a long time with a scrutinizing gaze, saw that he remained unperturbed, and finally chose to believe him.
If it's the counselor, then it's a normal relationship.
Instead, Cheng Zhu mentally noted, "Luckily I ran into Jiang Wanzhou today, who gave me a heads-up. I really have been a bit careless lately."
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After dinner, Cheng Zhu and Jiang Wanzhou went their separate ways.
He rode his little electric scooter, not back to the dorm, but to his home in Building B of Xinhang Apartments.
Today, a new batch of strawberries had arrived, and he made himself the so-called Cheese Mixed Berries in front of the milk-tea machine.
"Ugh! It's fucking disgusting!"
