At that moment, one could even hear a pin drop.
Zhao Tingting was stunned.
Luo Mengmeng was also shocked.
Nobody was an exception.
No one had expected Gu Zhihan to be so uncompassionate towards Zhao Tingting.
Only Gu Zhihan's lips curled into a cold smile as he sat on the black sofa with his arms folded, his demeanor commanding. One would never guess he was only fourteen or fifteen years old.
Wang Erhu had instigated Lu Zichen to ask Mengmeng about the color of her underwear, and it was she who had whispered the suggestion in Wang Erhu's ear.
As for the issue with the trash, since she was unwilling to admit her complicity, he did not mind forcing her to learn her lesson this time.
Zhao Tingting met his indifferent gaze, her whole person feeling as if plunged into an icy cave, her face in disbelief, "You are asking me to put a trash can on my head!?"
Perhaps because she was too shocked, Zhao Tingting's voice became involuntarily shrill, sounding incredibly grating.
