In the auditorium, VIPs were seated in the front row, and their seats had been arranged in advance. Shen Yufeng... naturally, was supposed to sit in the front row as well.
Not having to sit with Shen Yufeng, An Xiaoyu finally let out a sigh of relief. She took a seat at the edge of the third row.
The celebration began, school leaders started their speeches, and performances followed one by one, but An Xiaoyu had no desire to watch them; she was daydreaming the whole time.
Did she really have to have lunch with Shen Yufeng today?
It would surely give her indigestion! If she didn't run now, when would she?
Seizing the moment when the stage lights dimmed, An Xiaoyu quietly left her seat, bending over to sneak out of the auditorium, and instantly felt a breath of fresh air.
Then, she sent a text message to Shen Yufeng.
"I have a stomachache, I won't be joining you for lunch today. Enjoy your meal!"
