Yue Feng, with a shocked expression, grabbed Jing Yiren's shoulder, "Be careful!"
"..." Ran Qing watched Yue Feng hugging Jing Yiren tightly, teeth grinding with suppressed rage.
"Who wants to quarrel with you! Can't I just leave!"
With that, Ran Qing turned on her heels and left...
Jing Yiren shirked Yue Feng off, and grabbed hold of Ran Qing's shoulder.
"Explain, what exactly did you come here for?"
Infuriated, Ran Qing shook off Jing Yiren's hand and roared, "I just came to deliver wine! Believe it or not, it's up to you!"
Having said that, Ran Qing walked out of the room in large strides.
"Such a beautiful woman, how could she possibly be an assassin? Yiren, you must have made a mistake!"
"Yes! She seems so gentle and weak!"
The classmates began to discuss amongst themselves.
"..." Jing Yiren couldn't be bothered to respond to their discussions, a glance at the wall clock told her it was late.
She quickly grabbed her bag and went home.
