Feng Cheng's heart raced, as if he'd just been called on by the teacher to answer a question in class.
Feng Cheng nervously walked over.
Fang Hui entered the dormitory and shut the door.
She began by surveying the room, her gaze landing on the spotless bed on the right side. The blanket was folded into a neat, square block—immaculately clean, almost excessively so.
This must be Rong Xianning's bed.
Fang Hui curved her lips into a faint smile and shifted her gaze to the boy sitting at the desk, engrossed in reviewing his textbooks.
His back was straight, his posture upright. For someone so young, his demeanor was extraordinary—truly a talent with potential.
What a pity, though. This little wolf pup only wears the skin of a sheep.
He'd already shown his claws. If she didn't take the chance to strip him of those sharp fangs and claws, someday his gaping maw would turn on them.
"With everything falling apart, you can still focus on studying?"
