Wen Muchu's cold eyes seemed to focus on his eyes. Without saying a word, he packed his books, carried his school bag, and left the classroom.
The girls only dared to speak after he had disappeared.
Wen Muchu's really angry today. It's like he ate explosives.
he's never had a good temper. He's always so cold. Even if he's good at his studies and good looking, I can't stand a boy like him.
"But don't you think that this school hunk is very handsome and cool? Anyway, I like it. I like it a lot."
……
Lan Jing could only watch as Wen Muchu stormed out of the door in a fit of anger.
Her heart was like a cat's paw, burning with anxiety, so she pushed an Yao away and wanted to walk out.
In the end, an Yao grabbed the basketball court's hand and continued.
"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you? Are you not happy? Hurry up and open this letter! I'm really curious, what did mu Shuo write?" An Yao's eyes glowed as she continued to instigate.
