Kill over a wrong remark

"The faculty council is aware of all matters within the school compounds and the president has coerce me to come here, with nothing more but to gain back the reputation of the Shangguan family."

Ye Qing Luo lifted her brows, her eyes full of despicable look: "If I seize you, I am dead, if I don't seize you, I am also dead, so why don't I find a companion?"

Those few people were unable to rebut the words she said.

Instead, Si Mu Yan whose neck was still pressed against by the glowering fan remained composed as ever.

Deep down, he was beginning to gather interest towards Ye Qing Luo.

"Since student Ye is fast with words, I shall not waste time either." Si Mu Yan lifted his head slightly and the sharp blade instantly scratched his skin.

A drop of blood slowly dripped down onto the glowering fan.

Si Mu Yan grimaced at the pain.