After Lu Xue returned to the classroom, her expression was clearly off. The gloominess on her face made her classmates too afraid to approach and speak to her.
"What did the teacher want with you?" Lu Ting asked with a tone of concern.
"It's nothing!" Lu Xue, who was already in a bad mood, responded with an unusually fierce voice.
Lu Ting instinctively frowned, suppressing her dissatisfaction, "Who made you angry?"
"Who else but that bitch!" Lu Xue ground her teeth in anger.
Lu Ting asked, "Who?"
Lu Xue was about to curse out loud, but she held it back, imagining the looks in her classmates' eyes when they found out the truth.
For the moment, she didn't dare to tell the truth.
She thought to herself about going back and crying to her father, to see if he could help her get out of writing a self-criticism.
