"Ning Xixi."
The two shook hands, and Ning Xixi began to organize her things, but noticed Dong Yingluo hesitating as if she had something to say.
"Classmate, is there something else?" she asked.
Dong Yingluo shyly lowered her head, "Um, classmate, could you make some space for me?"
"Eh?"
"I want to sit here." Dong Yingluo's tone was gentle, but her words were not very nice, "Does it matter where you sit?"
Ning Xixi narrowed her eyes.
Ha, who does she think she is?
"What if I don't move?" Ning Xixi smiled brightly, her radiant demeanor instantly made Dong Yingluo's smile seem pretentious.
Dong Yingluo's face stiffened for a second; it seems this woman is no pushover.
"I thought you knew who I am."
"Why should I know who you are?"
Ning Xixi found this person increasingly absurd, stared at her face again for a while, and suddenly felt as though she had seen her somewhere...
Dong Yingluo...
She silently repeated these three words in her mind and then it struck her!
