Jiang Qiran looked at Yin Zihan calmly. Although Yin Zihan was about the same height as him, Jiang Qiran stood out like a crane in a flock of chickens when he stood there.
That kind of lofty aura forcefully snatched away half of Yin Zihan's radiance.
"No ivory comes from the mouth of a dog!"
Jiang Qiran's voice was cold, and the cold gaze on his face made the crowd from grade one Class A feel a little afraid.
"You--"
Yin Zihan had never been mocked like this in public before!
And it was an undisguised disgust!
"Don't think that just because you're Ye Linlang's boyfriend that I don't dare to hit you! When she was with you, did you say that you liked her? You're obviously just hanging on to her for fun, right?!"
When Yin Zihan saw Jiang Qiran's unsullied face, there was an unspeakable anger in his heart!
He hated this kind of snobbish scholar the most!
