After speaking, she leisurely gazed towards Xiheng Wei on the wheelchair far away, her eyes pensive.
The girl's lips curved up slightly.
Xie Xun knew he shouldn't stay long. When leaving, his eyes met Cui Yun's, and from each other's gaze, they read four words.
—Playing right into the hands.
By severing the arm that committed evil, the pain would remind them of the wound deep in the bones.
In just 15 minutes, Ji Huo had run over three times.
The first time.
"Shen, let's stir things up!"
The second time.
"Why are you still drinking tea? Surely the Cui family wouldn't be short of tea leaves, would they?"
The third time, he knocked on the desk in front of Shen Hua. Leaving behind what he believed to be a handsome silhouette, he strode toward the man in the blue robe.
Seeing this, Shen Hua looked over.
Cui Yun's voice rang in her ear.
"Zhao Family's son, to be appointed Dean at the Imperial College."
Shen Hua understood then.
