Gu Qiqi and Qiu Qiu were discussing the outcome of the greasy President Liu when the fierce-looking Liu Guanghui barged into the pharmacy class with a dark expression.
Liu Guanghui today was different from usual.
His hair was a little messy and he seemed to have not changed his clothes for the entire night. There was a faint rotten smell. There was also a black cloth tied to his arm—that was the symbol of mourning.
Liu Guanghui's eyes reddened. He stared at Gu Qiqi as if he was staring at an enemy. "Gu Qiqi, you murderer!"
A murderer?
Heh heh, what a big accusation.
Qiu Qiu blocked Gu Qiqi. "Hey, Liu Guanghui, watch your mouth!"
Liu Guanghui's lips revealed a bloodthirsty sneer. "My mouth isn't clean? Her hand is even dirtier! You still have the cheek to attend class here after killing someone?"
Gu Qiqi pushed aside Qiu Qiu and raised her chin. She looked at him calmly. "Who did I kill? Why didn't I know?"
