The next second, a mocking laughter filled with sarcasm burst out from the yard from Song Wanwan.
It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, and Ye Wanwan felt her blood run cold all over.
Song Wanwan: "Look! It's the stutterer! That disgusting little stutterer has come with his writing board again!"
A somewhat plain-looking boy followed beside her; probably someone Song Wanwan had tried to please and had told him about Qin Xiyin.
Upon hearing this, Jian Sheng clutched his belly and laughed out loud:
"Oh, now I remember, Wanwan, is he the one you mentioned before, who stuttered and had to resort to writing?"
"That's right,"
As if worried Lu Li and the others couldn't hear, Song Wanwan deliberately raised her voice as they passed by the fountain.
Anyway, she had already checked, only a few kids in the yard, no one else around.
To win over Jian Sheng, Song Wanwan said whatever she could:
