The next day, Yue Qingqing and Qu Ruorui were preparing for class when they were stopped by Sun Tianyu.
"Why?" Sun Tianyu didn't bother pretending to be the refined gentleman he'd been before, his face twisted with hostility.
Yue Qingqing raised an eyebrow, "You were the one who said if I didn't want it, then throw it away. Doesn't this exactly match your wishes?"
Sun Tianyu felt like he was about to cough up blood.
How could he have anticipated that Yue Qingqing would literally throw away so many things?
Sun Tianyu glared at Yue Qingqing hatefully, "Are you playing games with me?"
For the first time in his life, he felt as if his face had been thrown to the ground and repeatedly trampled on, and he inadvertently grew to hate Yue Qingqing.
Yue Qingqing found this kind of person rather laughable, "Then let me repeat myself, are we close?"