Chen Xiaoyi looked at the two of them, each with an expression of their own, and the depths of his eyes darkened. In fact, he hadn't expected that just passing along a letter to Yao Ziye on his way would reveal to him the origin of the conflict. In the end, he had to personally take care of the matter for Yao Ziye.
Peng Fang neatly finished writing two pages of paper, stood up, and handed them over to him with both hands.
As he took the paper from her, his ink-dark eyes landed on her apple-shaped face. There wasn't a hint of grievance on it, even though she must have known she was being implicated unnecessarily.
The breadth of this girl's generosity far exceeded his imagination.
His lips twisted in what was clearly a struggle before he replied in a cold tone, "Alright, you can go."
Then, he lowered his head to read the self-reflection report she had written.
