"Zhang Caishen," In a colder voice absent of coquettishness, Lai Yanfang called him.
Caishen's wheelchair came to a stop. Now he had a reason to turn back and look at Yanfang. She was finally revealing her true self, exposing the icy interior underneath the sweet façade of pretense.
He had always known that Yanfang wasn't as sweet as she pretended to be because once in a while when they were in school, he had seen her do something questionable.
One time he had seen her sabotage the art project of her best friend. Of course, back then he didn't think much of it because sabotage in elite international schools was not uncommon. He had confronted her back then and she had cried and claimed her friend copied her work so she had acted out of anger. He had assumed it was just an impulse, a one time thing.
But now, he knew that there was more to her cruelty than she showed the world.
