Lu Mian's fingers continued to flip the tissue packet lightly in her hand.
Her other hand rested in her school uniform pocket as she slightly lowered her long eyelashes to gaze at her toes, not even bothering to look up at the approaching person.
With a cold and mischievous curve on her lips, she drew out the end of her words, lightly exhaling three syllables.
"Looking for trouble?"
Su Jue's heart skipped a beat.
The pain in his arm and abdomen was still so pronounced, and the memory of being beaten up yesterday was fresh in his mind; he had no doubt that Lu Mian was not joking with that remark.
Whenever he saw Lu Mian, she always had this arrogant and unrestrained demeanor, as if no one else mattered.
But he couldn't let go, couldn't give up, couldn't learn his lesson.
Some students noticed them and ran off with gossipy giggles, whispering from a distance.
"Why is Su Shao here to find Lu Mian again?"
