"Silver Thief! Don't you dare move!"
Tang Qianqian, murder in her eyes, charged into the villa's hall. Her face was ice-cold with fury that seemed ready to erupt. Her jade hand clenched into a fist, her feet—one behind the other—formed a straight line, with one foot stepping forward, readying herself in a Taekwondo attack stance.
Lin Tian's mouth twitched, this girl was clearly a tomboy.
But.
"Please, girls shouldn't always be about fists and fury, try being a lady."
Shaking his head, Lin Tian couldn't care less about Tang Qianqian's threat, and sat down on the couch, picking up the breakfast and starting to eat with relish.
As he ate, Lin Tian pulled a still pristine textbook from the backpack beside him, leaning on the couch and rapidly flipping through it, his gaze not resting on any page for more than two seconds.
He had decided to take advantage of the few days before school started to catch up on the knowledge he had missed.
