What the fuck?
Lu Mingxuan stared blankly at the sky.
What kind of potion did this dog-of-a-person Wang Jingyuan give to Lu Qingyan that she would even sell out her own brother??
Lu Mingxuan refused to give up as he continued to argue strongly for the truth, "You are joking. Why would Wang Jingyuan run here instead of doing morning reading?"
But before anyone could back him up, Wang Jingyuan, who had been leaning lazily against the wall like he had all the time in the world, raised his gaze.
His eyes, indifferent and sharp, swept over Lu Mingxuan with all the grace of a guillotine.
His voice was calm. Almost bored. "Why does it matter to you where I go?"
Lu Mingxuan blinked. His ears rang. He could almost hear imaginary crowds gasping in slow motion.
The words had no emotion, no weight. Yet to Lu Mingxuan, it was like this bastard had just grabbed his pride, slammed it against the school wall, and spat on it.
He laughed. Out of anger. Out of helplessness.
