Qin Xin's words "Don't touch my deskmate" made Yao Dazhuang and the others shrink back a little.
But they still refused to leave.
If they couldn't drive away Lan Qingxin, the ugly freak, could they not drive away Huo Zhen, the ugly thing?
Their joint letter as class committee members, the school absolutely cannot ignore.
They anxiously watched Qin Xin, seeing her fiddling with that old, broken phone that looked like a relic, a touch of sarcasm on their lips.
At this moment.
Qin Xin was sending a message responding to Principal Zhou's urgent call: "I haven't offended Mr. Nalan. Why is he investigating me?"
Principal Zhou: "Didn't you go to his lab last night? You specifically told me not to tell him, and then in the middle of the night he called me, scared the life out of this old man... midnight horror call…"
Qin Xin: "You answered?"
