Ai Bing finished her few sentences and then fell silent.
Her eyes were dull and lifeless.
When she saw that the students who usually followed her were also silent, something in her heart had already collapsed.
As for how Zhang Ye would deal with her afterward, it was no longer that important.
Men are all the same in the end.
The two women looked at her with eyes full of sympathy.
The initial dissatisfaction and jealousy had now all turned into a strong sense of empathy, and then they cast angry and disgusted glances at the men behind her.
Zhang Ye was actually an expert in emotions.
Although it had always been in theory before he met Liu Qingqing.
But over the past twenty or so years, he had offered countless extremely valuable strategies to his friends and classmates and helped a portion of them successfully win over their beauty.
He quietly observed Ai Bing's expression.
There was numbness mixed with sadness.
Clearly, she was caught in the sorrow of betrayal.
