Zhou Chengchen frowned, walking over with a displeased look: "Hey, Mr. Class President, you're blocking the way."
Chen Youran's face changed when she heard her voice, turning sideways but not leaving. Xi Siyan got up to let Zhou Chengchen in, and Zhou Chengchen immediately replaced her expression with a smile: "Thanks, Xi."
After saying that, she sat down, her gaze returning to Chen Youran: "Hmm? Mr. Class President, do you have anything else?"
Zhou Chengchen's gaze was sharp. Although she wore a smile, it was the kind of smile that sent chills down one's spine. Chen Youran bit her lip, speaking softly: "Xi, remember to fill out the form and give it to me."
After speaking, she lowered her head, left in a pitiful manner that would make one feel sorry for her.
Zhou Chengchen puckered her lips. Chen Youran was the class president, quite pretty, but no matter how you looked at her, she always resembled a white lotus.
