After Qingran rejected Huang Qianyu, a trace of displeasure clearly crossed Huang Qianyu's delicately made-up face.
She looked at Qingran, raising her chin and said, "I hope our past unpleasantness won't affect..."
"No," Qingran cut her off directly, her eyes clear and open: "I simply do not want to participate, it has nothing to do with personal emotions."
At this, Huang Qianyu's expression grew even uglier. She glared at Qingran and snorted coldly through her nose: "Ungrateful. If it weren't for hearing that you learned to dance as a child, no one would bother inviting you..."
Ungrateful or not, Qingran simply did not want to mingle with them.
Birds of a feather flock together; mixing with them made her feel as if she still hadn't escaped the role of a secondary character in a book.
Just as Qingran was about to head back to the classroom, Xie Ying'an emerged from inside.
