You’re Not as Handsome as Him

Those disciples who had been mocking Xiao Jihan suddenly shut their mouths one by one, their eyes filled with complex emotions as they looked at him.

Only the hatred in Qiu Shuoran’s eyes was even stronger. The hand hidden in his sleeve had clenched into a fist, and his well-groomed nails left white marks in his palm.

Meng Yu glanced at Xiao Jihan, took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and looked away.

As for Xiao Jihan, who had become the center of attention, he remained expressionless. He looked at the porcelain bottle in his left hand and then at the Heart-Protecting Mirror in his right hand. He furrowed his brows slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then put the items back into his mustard seed bag.

Seeing him put away the items, Liu Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief. After all, it was something that Junior Sister owed him. Although it couldn’t fully make up for it, at least it could express their apologies.