The night was deep, accompanied by the cold winter wind.
Qiao Yuxian's figure suddenly wavered.
Gu Yanjing steadied her for a moment.
Qiao Yuxian looked at Shang Chen, hardly daring to believe what she just heard.
He actually thought the words he said were already tactful.
If that's what he thinks, does that mean what she said to Dong Qian was unbearable to hear?
"Shang Chen! You've got me into trouble!" Qiao Yuxian's fingers trembled as she pointed at him.
Shang Chen stood in place and didn't speak.
He reported the truth and even kept it concise, yet she was this angry?
Qiao Yuxian grabbed Gu Yanjing's hand, pried his fingers open, and pointed one of his index fingers at Shang Chen: "You, go take a language arts course tomorrow."
Shang Chen paused for a moment, looking at Gu Yanjing.
Qiao Yuxian held Gu Yanjing's hand and said to him, "Why are you looking at him? It's his finger pointing at you, are you thinking of not listening?"
