Qiao Jing took a good while to finally let go of her grip.
Rationality slowly returned, and she remembered the purpose of her visit today.
Gong Qiming was as puffed up as a blowfish. Just now, who had sworn up and down about handling things professionally.
Hah, what a joke. Trusted you, my ass!
"You can forget about it. My junior sister just finished her college entrance exams and is still waiting for her acceptance letter. She's going to attend university later."
Qiao Jing looked at Gong Qiming with disdain, "Why are you looking so pleased? It's not like you're the one going to college."
This really hit a nerve for Gong Qiming.
He was an academic underachiever in this life—
Gong Qiming usually spent his days on set; he didn't have much time to study.
After receiving his high school diploma, he felt that was quite enough.
