Qiao Qing ignored him.
Jun Yexuan didn't mind. His gaze bound on her like spider webs that were deeply invasive.
"You are mine sooner or later. I have my eyes set on you so just accept your fate."
Then, he no longer bothered her and returned to his own chair.
Qiao Qing's heart that had been dead for over a decade, felt like a peaceful pond that had just been disturbed by a fallen leaf. The leaf had caused a ripple that grew bigger and bigger.
The next day, Qiao Qing woke up a little late.
She essentially walked into the classroom with Yang Lianfeng when the bell rang.
Yang Lianfeng walked up to his podium, took out a seating chart and glue. After some gluing, he stuck it to the blackboard.
Then, he turned around and held onto the sides of the top of the podium.
