On the way to the temporary freshman canteen, Xue Fanxin and the others saw many people running in a certain direction. There were many people gathered not far away, as if there was something interesting to see, so they went over to take a look.
What she looked at stunned her.
It was not only Xue Fanxin. Huo Lieyun, Jin Zhengming, Shui Moning, and Shi Bo were all stunned. They looked at the person hanging from the tree in front of them in disbelief, looked at the person who had been beaten until his nose was green and his eyes were swollen, and looked at the person whose clothes had been cut into pieces.
Had they seen wrongly?
How could the person hanging on the tree be the elegant, refined, handsome, and extraordinary Feng Xiyu?
However, no matter how unbelievable it was, the truth was in front of them. The person hanging from the tree in a sorry state was Feng Xiyu.
