As she was leaving, Lan Xiao inadvertently turned back and saw mo Qing biting her bloody broken finger, staring at her with a sinister gaze.
Lan Xiao couldn't help but frown. Was this person going to hate her out of jealousy?
Wasn't he the one to blame for all of this?
……
The three of them hailed a taxi and headed back to the Wen family home.
Wen Muchu opened the car door and stood at the entrance.
"Wencheng, you can go home first. I'll send Lan Xiao back to school. It's getting late, and it's almost time for security to be up."
The school's access control was at around 10 O 'clock, and it was almost 9 o' clock now.
Wen Cheng was curled up in the chair, her hands clutching the seat tightly, her face pale.
It was obvious that she had not yet recovered from the gory scene.
Her body trembled as she pouted and looked at Wen Muchu with a wronged expression.
"Brother, I'm scared of you."
