Qiao Yiyuan indifferently scanned the room. Good, no one was whining anymore.
He impatiently gestured to Yuanya, "Let's go. This crappy place has such awful air and stench. Do you want to get infected by staying here?"
As always, the Little Overlord had nothing kind to say.
As they walked, Yuanya asked, "How did you get to our school?"
"That old man wants me to take you home."
Qiao Yiyuan glanced again at those nagging women, "You haven't withdrawn your claws yet? All this for these scavenger-like scumbags?"
Scumbags...stench...
"Who are you cursing?"
"Who's the scumbag?! Who's the stench here?! Is this how you speak?!"
These women, as if their tails had been stepped on, flared up instantly.
Even the infatuated ones who were initially charmed by his looks had now snapped out of it.
Qiao Yiyuan gave a cold smile.
