Ning Li stopped and slowly turned around.
It was break time. Several young men and women were standing at the side, talking behind her back.
The few of them tacitly went blank for a moment when they got a clearer look at Ning Li's face.
One of the girls pouted and showed contempt in her eyes.
"I really pity Ye Ci, that poor girl. She has to live with someone like her, a murderer's daughter. Maybe this girl will follow in her father's footsteps in the future."
She did not suppress her volume at all, and every word she spoke entered Ning Li's ears.
She did it on purpose because she wanted Ning Li to know.
"Her father killed someone! What if she follows her father's footsteps and becomes a murderer?"
"Teacher, I don't want to sit with her!"
"Her mother ran away, so there must either be a problem with her father or her."
"Hahaha, so what if she gets first place? She's just an ill-bred bastard who no one wants or likes."
