The next day, when Du Xiaoxian walked into the classroom, her classmates looked at her strangely again. But this time, it wasn't contempt, scorn or disdain, but envy, jealousy, and hatred. Their burning and direct gazes did not affect Du Xiaoxian at all. Whether it was contempt or envy, it did not make any difference to her at all.
This was the first time that Yang Liying had put down her arrogant attitude to speak to Du Xiaoxian in a fawning tone, "Xiaoxian, who were those guys with you last night?"
Du Xiaoxian thought for a moment and said softly, "Some friends."
"What friends? Are they all your friends? Who are you closest to?" Yang Liying's eyes lit up as she asked.
Du Xiaoxian pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She didn't know how to answer such a question.
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