Outside the washroom.
Gong Jue stared at Gu Qiqi's pale little face. A strange fluctuation arose in his heart for no reason.
What would happen to her if he didn't return tonight?
If Bai Lang didn't send him two consecutive photos and agitate him, rushing back from the Imperial Capital thousands of miles away overnight to take care of this disobedient little thing, would she be bullied badly by her male classmates?
Stupid women only knew how to cause trouble. Furthermore, they loved to go to troubled places.
She deserved a beating!
An unnoticeable crack appeared on his cold face.
Hugging her, he picked up his phone from the floor and was about to leave.
He turned around and saw a series of calls for help that she had made on her phone.
Little Master Xiao Ning…
These four words pierced Gong Jue's eyes!
The warmth that had just melted froze like ice.
