Lu Xingzhe didn't pay any attention to Hu Shiyu at all, instead stepping right over her and her entourage.
As Lu Xingzhe had already walked out of the classroom, Hu Shiyu awkwardly held her hand in mid-air, unable to decide whether to put it down or keep it up.
Afterward, Hu Shiyu's face turned beet red with embarrassment and anger welling up in her eyes.
She bit her lip fiercely, then turned around and slapped her follower.
"Smack!"
With the sound of the slap, the follower let out a cry of pain, then looked at Hu Shiyu with a mixture of grievance and shock, "Sister Yu, I..."
"Can't even handle my own issues, what good are you?" In order to alleviate her embarrassment, Hu Shiyu directed all her anger onto her follower.
Confronted with Hu Shiyu's cold face, the follower didn't dare say anything in reproach, merely mumbling an apology, "Sister Yu, I'm sorry."
That said, the follower covered her face, lowered her head, and silently shed tears.
