"You must be Li Mingzhu, a junior from the Fine Arts Department."

Zhang Ling extended her right hand and smiled, "My name is Zhang Ling, and I am the president of the student council."

"Hello, Sister Xie, I'm Li Mingzhu." Li Mingzhu shook hands with her.

She also recognized Zhang Ling, the one who was sitting on the hood of the car taking pictures.

"Senior, is there something you need?" Li Mingzhu asked.

"Is Wang Peng from the Business School your boyfriend?"

Zhang Ling said softly, "Just now, a very pretty girl hugged Wang Peng and cried in his arms."

Li Mingzhu's heart skipped a beat, and she stared intently at Zhang Ling.

A moment later, she understood Zhang Ling's true intentions.

She deliberately tried to sow discord between herself and her boyfriend, attempting to ruin their relationship.

"I heard that the very pretty girl's name is Mengjiao."

Zhang Ling whispered, "Wang Peng drove her away. Mingzhu, that Mengjiao is very beautiful, even more beautiful than me."

"Junior, you really need to ask Wang Peng about this. Men are all like cats that steal fish."

Zhang Ling patted Li Mingzhu on the shoulder and said, "Men are all fickle."

Upon hearing the name "Mengjiao," Li Mingzhu immediately thought of Li Mengjiao.

Then she immediately stopped worrying.

Peng might harm unfamiliar girls, but he wouldn't harm his own friends.

"Thank you for reminding me, senior."

Li Mingzhu feigned a naive and innocent look and said, "But you might be overthinking it. Mengjiao is Brother Peng's sister."

Zhang Ling was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Is she my younger sister?"

“She’s not his biological sister,” Li Mingzhu said. “Mengjiao is his cousin, his aunt’s daughter.”