"Is he... is he really coming to confess to me? Maybe he's confessing to someone else whose name is the same as mine."
The person on the other end of the phone shrieked even more loudly: "How could that be possible! School of Arts and Sciences, Chinese Language Major, Class Three, Cui Xiaoxiao—these words are all laid out with flowers, the scene is spectacular!"
With every sentence from that side, Cui Xiaoxiao's breath halted briefly, fearing that something might go wrong at any moment.
Once all the key information was confirmed without error, she took deep breaths.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a delusion of ruling the world.
The person on the other end was still rambling: "Xiaoxiao, when you marry into a wealthy family, don't forget about your good friend here..."
"Don't worry, you're my best friend!"
After saying this, she abruptly hung up the phone, and on the other end, they didn't notice the change in her tone.
