Zhao Pan felt that Cheng Lie was a bit schizophrenic. One moment, he was so cunning, manipulating others like pawns in his game. The next moment, he appeared so pitiful, evoking sympathy. Having followed him for so long, Zhao Pan couldn't help but feel a trace of compassion for him at this moment.
He felt that he must do something about it right now.
Even if Mr. Cheng blamed him, it didn't matter. After all, he couldn't let Cheng Lie and Yun Shifei's relationship remain at this stalemate.
After Yun Shifei returned to the dormitory, she placed the gift that Cheng Lie had given her on the table.
"Shi Fei, what's this? It looks pretty fun."
Yu Liantao leaned closer, staring curiously at the glass box. Inside, there was a snowman, swirling with falling snow, giving off an air of mystique.
"Eh, why is there a bit of red here?" Yu Liantao pointed to a corner, where amidst the whiteness, there indeed seemed to be a small smudge of dark red.
