"Does Yao Tang's intelligence really have anything to do with you?" Meng Yang was a head taller than Luo Hua, so he very easily towered over him. "As for her past, can you say that you know her better than anyone in that room? You think you can just belittle her like that and get other people to join your ruse?"
Luo Hua scoffed. "And tell me, what good can a student like her do?"
His jaw tightened. "She's none of your business. If you don't apologize to her right now, I'll make sure you'll pay for this!"
Despite this, the man didn't seem too intimidated. "Get out of here right now, or you're the one who has to face the consequences!"
Meng Yang rolled up his sleeves. "Let's see what you can do, you ass–"
"Meng Yang."
A gravelly female voice echoed across the room, and Yao Tang strode into the office. Her hands were shoved into her pockets. She lifted up her head, revealing her cold eyes and pursed lips.
