Ye Manrong felt a mix of emotions and couldn't bear to look at Qian Sisi's swollen, flushed little face any longer. She grabbed Sisi's hand and led her to the dean's office without looking back.
Qian Sisi, dazed, was pulled along by Ye Manrong. Ye Manrong held her hand tightly, causing pain.
Qian Sisi didn't make a sound but silently endured it.
From behind, she saw Ye Manrong's profile. She knew Ye Manrong was worried about Uncle Xie, but Ye Manrong's gaze at her was strange, as if there were some hatred or other deeper emotion, which she couldn't comprehend.
"Dean, she's here..." Ye Manrong brought Qian Sisi into the dean's office.
The dean, who had been pacing like a caged animal in his office, brightened when he heard the noise and looked at Qian Sisi with a puzzled frown.
He recognized Xie Zhiyao, the daughter of Xie Qishan and Ye Manrong.
Who was this girl in front of him?
"This... who is this...?" the dean asked hesitantly.
