Furthermore, today's intercontinental video conference is no ordinary meeting. It concerns the formulation of the group's overall marketing plan for next year, and all the group's shareholders are involved.

More importantly, Qin Beiming has never been a helpful person. That so-called chivalrous spirit was all something he made up in his head on a whim.

...

Ling Mo stood in the shade of the trees on the playground for a while, enjoying the cool breeze, but still couldn't dry his wet hair.

As noon approached and the sun grew increasingly scorching, she finally returned to Class F, her spirits dampened.

As soon as she stepped into the classroom, the noisy boys suddenly fell silent and all looked at the girl who had just transferred there a week ago.

Ling Mo was already used to such gazes. Relying on her original memory, she walked to her seat as if no one else was there and sat down, gently tucking the corner of her skirt behind her.

She sighed softly, increasingly disgusted with the school uniform skirt she was wearing, which was neither long nor short.

I wonder who invented the short skirt?

It is cool, though.

It's a pity I can't sit with my legs apart.

Isn't it ridiculous to make her sit upright with her legs together like a lady?

From the moment Ling Mo walked into the classroom, Li Wanwan's gaze seemed glued to her, never leaving her for a moment.

When she realized that Ling Mo was walking gracefully toward her seat, her heart was pounding so hard it was almost out of control.

After Ling Mo had been seated for a while, Li Wanwan finally mustered up her courage and timidly handed her a tissue, "Classmate, your hair is all wet, do you want to wipe it?"