"Ahem..."
Shen Xun clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly.
Han Jun rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed at Shen Xun. "Brother Xun! How are your grades now? You got into such a good university. Grandpa Shen must be so happy, right?"
The corner of Shen Xun's mouth stiffened. He looked up faintly and stared at Han Jun without saying a word.
A few seconds later, he slowly pulled out a smile.
"Jun'er, come, let's talk."
Han Jun ran behind Song Yaoyao. "Class President, save me!!!"
Shen Xun sneered. "Are you itching for a fight?"
Han Jun completely treated Song Yaoyao as a protective talisman. Shen Xun narrowed his eyes. He was already thinking about how to deal with him.
Song Yaoyao's thoughts were planned. She put down the milk tea and looked straight into Shen Xun's eyes. She then clenched her small fists.
"Shen Xun, I think we should have a good talk too..."
