The tyrant and the Beauty's battlefield (2)

Qin Fang's eyes were filled with hatred. Her nails, which were painted with bright red cardamom, dug deep into her palms.

No, she had to endure it. She could not let ruan Mengmeng gain face just because of this momentary glory.

Qin Fang could still tolerate it. She did not forget that her original intention was to see ruan Mengmeng lose face.

So, after taking a few deep breaths, she silently retreated and hid behind the crowd.

At that very moment, li junyu did not care about anyone else.

His cold eyes were fixed on Jing Yichen's face.

"You're here for the parent-teacher conference too," the man said coldly, frowning.

His low and cold voice revealed an undisguisable chill.

It didn't sound like a question, but rather like a taunting provocation, or even a threat.

It was as if Jing Yi's decision to hold the parent-teacher meeting was an offense to him.

Lord tyrant had a strong aura, but Jing Yitian didn't show any fear.