Ling limu stood by the door, his deep black eyes like two small abyss, indifferent and cold. He looked at the father and son and raised his thin lips in a low voice, “Where are my people?”
He came to ask for Zuo Li and Mo Zihao.
Where are my people? These two simple words were cold and sharp, but also carried a hint of laziness.
Wan Xiaoxue looked at Ling Limu in front of him. He was the president of C University, so he saw the students the most. Ling limu in front of him was only 19 years old. He was a freshman at T University, however, the cold and deep aura around him made Wan Xiaoxue’s scalp tingle slightly.
“You... you still dare to be so arrogant in my school? That Zuo Li and Mo Zihao dared to hit my son. How can I let them go? There are no people here. Leave quickly!”
At this time, the security guards of C University had arrived and were ready to chase Ling limu out.
