Qin Nuan took in her surroundings, and after ensuring no one was nearby, she asked, "Xiao Mohan, are you going to find Zhao Xier? I don't believe you should go looking for him. When he beats people up, he's far too ruthless. I recommend that you look for Li Weian and Zhang Yuan. That way, the problem will be contained."
Xiao Mohan's hand stopped flipping through the book. He turned his head and looked Qin Nuan in the eyes. His thin lips pursed. Li Weian was one thing, but he did not expect Qin Nuan to believe he was friendly with Zhao Xier. Except for when he had to run as punishment, he had had little direct contact with Zhao Xier since entering the school. They had not even spoken yet.
"Why should I look for Zhao Xier?" Xiao Mohan was irritated, which was a rare sight, and his face turned as cold as frost.
"Eh? But you didn't—" Qin Nuan was stunned.
