He was already the hardest to approach in Class Fifteen, and these past two years, influenced by Jiang Fulai, his aura became even colder.
The middle-aged man immediately took his youngest son and fled as if escaping.
"Sister Yang, do you want us to take you back?" Tang Ming asked.
"It's fine," Yang Lin shook her head, "I'm going to the market to buy some things."
Ning Xiao held the phone.
On the other end of the phone was Xu Nanjing, who was inquiring about Ning Xiao's work on extracting uranium from seawater. It seemed he had overheard Zhang Shize's voice and he paused slightly, "What are you doing?"
"Yang Lin just got stopped by someone, we came over to check," Ning Xiao lowered his gaze, speaking succinctly.
The call ended.
Zhang Shize smoothly switched the ball to his other hand and freed one hand to drape it over Weng Qi's shoulder, "Sister Yang can't be like this, I have to mention it to Sister Bai Lian and Golden Hall Master."