Cold Heart

Zhao Shuning still hadn't come back to her senses.

Not long after, Ji Qinglin also came down.

He didn't even look at Zhao Shuning as he just said, "You should go back earlier. There are too many mosquitoes tonight, so you should get up after getting bitten."

Judging from Ji Qinglin's footsteps, he was obviously a bit worried.

His expression was also extremely unsightly.

"Ji Qinglin."

Zhao Shuning shouted these three words softly.

The man walking in front stopped in his tracks, feeling incredulous.

He turned around and looked at the girl in front of him.

"Are you calling me?"

Ji Qinglin pointed at himself with disbelief written all over his face.

"Yes."

Zhao Shuning walked forward slowly until she was right in front of him.

"Little girl, are you the new disciple today?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who I am?"

"I know, your name is Ji Qinglin, you're the elder of this school association."