"Uncle, what happened last night?" Su Yuan took a bite of the pie and felt that it was better to ask. When she was washing up, the night before at the nightclub was still fresh in her mind. At that time, the lights were all on, and most people on the dance floor had seen and even photographed Zhang Yi's face. He was a very popular new student, and if the fight at the nightclub was exposed, Xu Yingying would be implicated.
She did not want Xu Yingying to have anything to do with that scumbag.
Hearing this, Mo Ting's hand that was in the middle of eating his breakfast froze. He lifted his head and looked at her with a complicated expression, "Are you asking about him or something else?"
Su Yuan's brows furrowed. What did he mean by asking him or something? Wasn't it the same? She instinctively looked at Fu Wen, asking him to translate.
