Xia Yumo could tell from Gu Junhang's words what he meant. Worried that he might say something in front of Qiao Xu, she hurriedly spoke up:
"If you really want to talk, fine, but you only have two minutes."
As she said this, Xia Yumo let go of Qiao Xu's hand and walked quickly towards a quieter direction.
With a dark face, Gu Junhang followed closely. When they reached a corner in the corridor, he pushed Xia Yumo against the wall, his tall body pressing in closely.
"Xia Yumo, what's the meaning of this?"
The hoarse voice, filled with anger, came from above Xia Yumo's head.
Xia Yumo was pressed against the cold wall by Gu Junhang, their cramped space making her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
With a frown, she unconcernedly asked, "What do you mean?"
Gu Junhang was irritated by her carefree attitude. "You don't care about what happened that night, do you?"
