Yue Qingqing left the dormitory, and Zhou Xitong was so angry that she was throwing things and stamping her feet.
Ye Chunxiao didn't dare to speak, worried that she might provoke this "ancestor."
Lu Zhu was absorbed in her book, her face void of expression, as if the surrounding environment had nothing to do with her.
After fuming for a while, Zhou Xitong took out her phone from her bag and made a call.
Ye Chunxiao peeked at the phone with the corner of her eye, feeling a surge of envy.
That was the latest model from abroad, something she had only seen in magazines and never expected to see in reality.
Pretending to be busy arranging her things, she was all ears, trying to catch who Miss Zhou was talking to on the phone.
The call connected, and the voice on the other end was a man's.
But it sounded very impatient.
"What is it?"