Walking to the living room again, she looked at the relaxed man and asked, "Were you deliberately targeting me in class just now?"
The man on the sofa glanced at Ye Qingcheng with a calm expression and did not answer her question immediately. He took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the coffee table, bit it between his lips, lit it, and narrowed his gentle and dark eyes slightly.
Just as Ye Qingcheng was getting impatient, he said in a gentle voice, "What do you mean?"
Hearing his tone, Ye Qingcheng was furious.
"You're using your position to take revenge!"
Luo Zhou took a puff of the cigarette and looked at the angry Ye Qingcheng through the smoke.
Ye Qingcheng looked back at him.
Luo Zhou's tall body leaned against the sofa. His face under the smoke was handsome and refined. He took off his glasses and his gentle eyes were deep and reserved.
