Su Li stood in the center of the office with her back to Feng Huaijin, yawning two or three tis in a row, before she finally heard Feng Huaijin say calmly, "You can turn around now."
Ti had passed for too long, and the earlier shyness that Su Li had actively felt had been completely thrown behind her, and she was just thinking of suggesting to him that she should return to school.
Feng Huaijin still had that indifferent deanor, saying casually, "No need to thank , I just want to keep my Weibo a bit more peaceful."
Su Li blinked her eyes and thought for a mont before realizing Feng Huaijin was responding to her earlier thank you.
Was he— a bit slow on the uptake?
Wants Weibo to be quieter? Is he tired of seeing her and Cui Shenyu’s "affair" news all over the trending topics?
Su Li pouted and replied lightly, "Oh. Then I’ll head back to school."
She picked up her bag and walked straight out of the president’s office towards the rooftop.
"Mr. Feng, Miss Su took a helicopter back to school. She said it’s faster this way."
Feng Huaijin’s temple twitched, and he waved his hand to dismiss the secretary.
Feng Huaijin looked at the Weibo page on his computer, and the trending topics were still filled with those news.
He clicked to take a look, and there were news about Cui Shenyu’s dostic violence, causing his wife to have a miscarriage and be hospitalized, along with pictures of the abused wife.
Feng Huaijin opened them and glanced, his brow slightly furrowing, a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes.
n without any capability are only good at dostic violence against their wives.
Feng Huaijin casually browsed through, about to close the browser when the mouse suddenly paused.
Feng Huaijin clicked on a photo, zooming it several tis bigger, and in the lower corner, there was a small, blurry date.
"20XX year"?
Feng Huaijin’s brow furrowed lightly, why is the year three years later than this year?
He wanted to take another look, but the post was suddenly deleted.
A thoughtful look flashed through Feng Huaijin’s eyes.
*
Su Li returned to school, and the students she passed by couldn’t resist saying "sorry" to her.
The matter had already been clarified, and Su Li turned out to be a victim of groundless accusations.
Su Li returned to the dormitory and saw the small central area of the room had been completely cleared out, with He Jiaren occupying the space for four people, dancing in front of her phone.
As soon as Su Li stepped in, He Jiaren stopped dancing and exclaid, "Why did you co in? You ruined my video recording!"
Su Li didn’t want to engage with her.
If it weren’t for He Jiaren instigating Ling Chenyu, Ling Chenyu’s forr young lady temper wouldn’t even consider prying into her drawer.
Lying on the bed reading a book, Yan Sida spoke disdainfully, "She’s dancing to participate in so talent contest on the Xianyu Live App, saying if she advances to the final, she might et Mo Si Huang? What’s he—"
Yan Sida was about to curse but suddenly rembered that slap from that day and swallowed her words.
Xianyu Live App? She hadn’t checked on the FENG strear’s updates for a while due to her car practice, no idea how he’s doing now.
Yan Sida suddenly rembered sothing and said, "There seems to be a piano performance in the small auditorium later, want to go check it out?"
Su Li, upset by the "affair" news, finally felt in the mood to go.
Today’s piano recital was specially arranged by the school for the students’ extracurricular activities. The small auditorium could accommodate only a few people, giving it an extrely elegant feel.
When they entered, they saw there weren’t many seats left.
Just as Su Li was about to sit down, Ling Chenyu plopped down on the seat she had chosen.
Su Li’s mouth twitched; this Ling Chenyu is so childish.
Ling Chenyu said strangely, "Why are you looking at ? There’s another seat, isn’t there?" Ling Chenyu motioned with her mouth.
He Jiaren, sitting next to Ling Chenyu, was secretly laughing.
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