Everyone was shocked at first, but then their eyes widened in unison.
That person was in a black outfit. His half-length hair was smooth and layered. He lowered his head slightly, and his eyes were as if they were soaked in ice and could devour one's bones. They were hidden behind his fringe.
His aura was fierce and murderous.
When she saw who it was, Xia Qinghuan couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim, "Si Yuehan!"
Jian Ai, Lin Yi, and the others also recognized this person. It was Si Yuehan, who, out of nowhere, transferred to their class not long ago.
Liao Bo's wrist was very strong, but at this moment, Si Yuehan's fair and slender fingers tightly gripped it. His hand looked weak and tender, but in reality, it was like a pair of tightly screwed pliers.
Liao Bo tugged hard a few times, but he did not move. He could not break free at all.
