"You… didn't go back to the Royal Academy with the other students?" Zhanye was stiff for a long time before this sentence popped out of his mouth.
Fengling looked away and said, "This has nothing to do with you."
Zhanye was somewhat embarrassed and scratched his head irritably.
"Well, I'm sorry about what happened on the day of the competition. I didn't know…"
Before Zhanye could finish speaking, Fengling had already smashed the food in his hand onto Zhanye's face.
The greasy food slid down Zhanye's handsome cheeks and dirtied his brand-new clothes, but there was not the slightest anger on his face, instead he looked even more apologetic.
"You don't know anything, and you won't say anything. Otherwise…" Fengling narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhanye, followed by his clenched fists making a crisp sound.
Zhanye swallowed his saliva and nodded stiffly.
