Jian Hé congratulated the class immediately after he mounted the stage; his face still appeared as gloomy as a cloudy sky. However, this morning he might be feeling unusually cheerful. Perhaps, we have delivered results that bewildered him. 'I just wish I don't see that ghost for a while,' I frowned upon his arrival.
The class gazed at Jian Hé; even they could see his unusually elevated mood. Li Min passed an indifferent gaze at him. But deep in her soul, she wanted to deal with Jian Hé. 'Why does Fangyi insist on keeping him anyway?' Li Min concluded it didn't make sense.
Xiu Ying appeared not herself; she frowned without veiling it. 'I've brushed severally to cleanse myself from that guy. How could he even think of …,' She felt explosive hatred. And so, whatever Jian Hé intended to do in the class eluded her because she had lost her mind to other issues.
