Yu Jingting passed by the podium without a sidelong glance, not even a fleeting look at Suizi; he simply placed his thermos on it as he walked by the podium.
Not many noticed this little action.
Suizi's head nearly exploded at the slight noise made when the thermos touched the podium.
Seeing Zhang Zheng had already disgusted her greatly.
Feigning illness and being discovered by her husband, it was like walking into a huge crematorium.
Yu Jingting walked straight to Zhang Zheng's desk; the front row was full, with no empty seat left.
Yu Jingting said to the boy sitting next to Zhang Zheng's seat, "Go sit at the back."
"Why should I—" The boy's protest disappeared into the rolled-up sleeves of Yu Jingting.
The muscles full of strength and the eyes with a dangerously male and sharp gaze made it clear he was not to be trifled with.
The boy packed up his things and stood up.
Zhang Zheng turned his head at the noise and met Yu Jingting's insincere smile, his heart skipped a beat.
