He Shan didn't dare to talk to Chuzheng, always feeling that whatever she said would be wrong.
After eating, He Shan didn't dare to pull Chuzheng along anymore; the two parted ways to go home.
"Oh, Yan Girl, you're back from school?"
"Why are you so late today?"
Chuzheng was now a celebrity, and many people greeted her along the way.
Chuzheng responded coldly and indifferently, not quite enthusiastic, yet still polite.
Getting rid of that group, Chuzheng finally went upstairs. Just as she was about to reach her floor, she heard Father Yan's voice.
Then something smashed to the ground.
Chuzheng's eyebrows knitted slightly, and she took a long stride, covering the remaining steps in a few paces.
"Old bastard!"
Ascending, Chuzheng saw Wu Qiang ready to kick the fallen Father Yan.
"Wu Qiang." Chuzheng didn't move, merely called him lightly.
Wu Qiang's foot was just about to land when he heard Chuzheng's voice and abruptly paused.
