No French

Renea had thought Stella would rest at home for two days, but she didn't expect her to come to school early in the morning. "You--" Renea looked at her, and just as she opened her mouth to say something, she was interrupted by Stella, "Me? what me? It's only been one night, don't you recognize me?" Stella laughed with a big grin as if nothing had happened. Renea hooked the corner of her mouth and said nothing more. "Renea, let's go for a drink at night," Stella said as she leaned on Renea's shoulder, her complexion was slightly bleak. Renea inclined her head to look at her and faintly said, "I don't drink, but if you want to drink, I can reluctantly accompany you." "Then, let's forget about it. If Uncle knows about it, he will say that I brought you down again." Stella blurted out, only to realize that she had said something she shouldn't have, and immediately closed her mouth. Renea didn't say anything and looked into the book. "You're Renea?" Someone asked in fluent French, this voic