The whole class sang praises for Su Yan.
The previous whispered discussions and mockery instantly vanished.
Yao Yufei, sitting at the back, flashed a trace of jealousy in her cold eyes.
Her hand clenched the pen tightly, the pressure turning her knuckles white.
It was as if she wanted to snap it in two.
Just able to say a few words, usually looking so quiet and dull, but now... quite the pretender indeed.
If Jiang Ran saw Su Yan's two-faced nature, could she still live so comfortably?
With a tearing sound, the pen carved a deep gash into the paper.
A piercing noise echoed.
This sound silenced everyone's unanimous praises for Su Yan.
Yao Yufei had good looks and a good family background, sitting there nobody dared to offend her.
The day's lessons quickly ended, and most of the class had left.
Su Yan packed her things and sat there dutifully waiting.
Her desk mate noticed Su Yan hadn't left yet and asked curiously,
