Their gazes met again, but they were not as confrontational as before. Jiang Zi did not know his current posture, but the aura that was full of thorns on his body dissipated the moment his eyes met those autumn-like pupils.
Zhao Hui, who was outside the door, could not hear anything clearly, but he could hear Jiang Zi's hearty laughter.
Just as he was about to listen again, Zhuang Yan, who had been standing at the side, couldn't help but tug at Zhao Hui's sleeve. "Sir, isn't it bad for us to eavesdrop in the corner like this?"
Zhao Hui pulled back his sleeve impatiently. "What do you mean eavesdropping? It's not easy for a student from Zhong Chu University to come to our school. Do you think I'll let him go so easily? What a joke."
"But if he wants to leave, no matter how much you persuade him, he won't stay," Zhuang Yan advised hesitantly.
