Jiang Xianrou was extremely frustrated. Her fingertips scrolled through the group messages. Seeing that no one had messaged her since Zhang Yang's message, she felt awkward.
This was not the end. Those people didn't dare to send messages in the group, but they looked for her a lot in private.
She kept receiving new messages on WeChat.
[Xianrou, what's going on? Why is your cousin's school promotion banquet so grand? You didn't tell us before.]
[Who is your cousin, Xianrou? You told me before that she came from Rao City. I thought she was just an ordinary student, but she's the national college entrance examination top scorer this year. Her scores must be high. Not bad, your family is filled with straight-A students.]
[Miss Jiang, why don't you invite your little cousin to the afternoon team and introduce her to everyone? I heard she's a straight-A student. We can take care of her in the future.] • • •
Every single one of them was asking her about Qiao Nian in a roundabout way. They looked like they wanted to dig up all of her background.
Some people were even more direct. They directly said that they had bought congratulatory gifts. They wondered if it was convenient to go to the Imperial
Mansion to attend the banquet.
They almost wrote the word 'curry favor' on their foreheads’
Other than the cold blood in her entire body, Jiang Xianrou still wanted to suffocate. She couldn't swallow or spit it out. It was stuck in her throat, and her throat was about to burst into flames.
Qiao Nian.
Qiao Nian.
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