Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief because Zhao Yuhua didn't seem to want to quarrel with Zeng Xiaoxiao. No matter what Zeng Xiaoxiao said, she just looked indifferent and didn't even glance at her.
She's really arrogant; no wonder Xiaoxiao called her a demoness.
While he sighed in relief, Xiao Yi couldn't help but mutter to himself.
Finally, when the bell rang for the end of class, Xiao Yi, wanting to avoid getting caught between Zeng Xiaoxiao and Zhao Yuhua's fight after class, or more precisely, to avoid being dragged by Zeng Xiaoxiao into attacking Zhao Yuhua, who had been ignoring Zeng Xiaoxiao all along, quickly found an excuse. He left a message and then dashed out of the classroom, leaving Zeng Xiaoxiao stomping her feet in anger, muttering and cursing with flailing hands.
I'm really starting to love this life.
Walking on the campus path, stepping on a few withered yellow leaves, Xiao Yi couldn't help but sigh.
