He must have noticed the backpack on his shoulder.
"Hmm, it's linear algebra, but the school leaders just called me to the office for something."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but quietly observe the man beside her.
Song Baiyan leaned against the seat, legs crossed, appearing relaxed. His deep camel-colored leather shoes, like his casual attire, were less stern, allowing one to feel a bit more at ease in his presence.
"Did your father give you a hard time when you returned to the Lai Family last night?"
Tang Li was caught off guard and forgot to reply for a moment.
The fact that she was Lai Wenyan's daughter was only known to the Lai Family People.
...It was unlikely that Lai Wenyan would tell outsiders.
After all, in his eyes, this daughter of his was a stain from the first half of his life.
In the air hung a faint smell of blood.
