The tone was like a cold wind passing through a hallway, brushing against Jiang Shuyao's back and raising a chill all over her body.
She turned around, looking at him without understanding why.
Pei Yan changed his position and continued to lie down, with his eyes closed he said indifferently, "If any other guy dares to touch your hair again, I'll make sure he regrets it."
"..."
Jiang Shuyao furrowed her brows, and suddenly, some images flashed through her mind. Slowly, she widened her eyes in disbelief.
"You, you went to the school that day?"
He had seen Lu Chen untangling her hair from the branches, but he hadn't shown himself, only to settle scores now after the fact?
The girl wore a blank expression, as if she understood something and yet understood nothing.
The promotional clip on the television was drawing to a close with Principal Lu making his concluding remarks, dressed in a suit and looking every bit the upstanding man—like father, like son.
