At that time, in Class 3-1.
An Ruoyao watched as Song Jingwan walked in disheveled with an obvious red mark on her face, and yelled, "Oh God! What happened to your face? Who bullied you?"
"What?"
"Someone actually bullied our Beauty Song?!"
"Jingwan, what happened? If you were bullied, we will get justice for you!"
Song Jingwan's eyes were red as she smiled thankfully at everyone and said in a choked-up voice, "Thank you, I'm fine."
As soon as her voice fell, a tear seeped out from the corner of her eye.
Huo Ningxi slowly lifted his head. When he saw her in this state, he couldn't help but furrow his brows.
"What's wrong?"
He strode over and analyzed Song Jingwan.
The boy was very tall, and he already had the slight contours of a man; his childish appearance slowly fading. His voice was deep and husky. Even though it was still cracking, he sounded better than most of the other boys.
