To tell the truth, his behavior today really was some kind of extraordinary overstep.
He Xi, in the prime of youth, was radiating the unique zeal and aggression of young people. Even if he was usually amiable, facing this inexplicable series of provocations, his patience had reached its limit.
"You..."
He Xi clenched his teeth, about to explode, but was interrupted by a familiar and steady voice.
"He Xi!"
It was Wang Dayong's distinctive, deep voice, carrying an unquestionable command, "Come here and get to work!"
Hearing his master's call, a trace of resignation flashed through He Xi's eyes, which were ablaze with anger.
He knew that if he continued, things would only get worse.
So, he reluctantly, yet helplessly, glared at Jiang Ziling, his gaze mixed with confusion and anger, then turned and strode away, leaving a solitary silhouette elongating under the corridor.
It felt like a boulder was pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
