Bu Qingqing saw the white lotus flower coming in, and her lips curled into a smile that was not quite a smile.
Ever since she saw the live stream video, she had deeply remembered the appearance of this white lotus flower.
Now that the white lotus flower had suddenly appeared backstage, it was clear that she had some unspeakable purpose.
Wang Baiqian looked at these three strange people, feeling inexplicably intimidated, but then she remembered that this was the school, and these people probably wouldn't pose a threat to her.
With that thought, she walked over with a feigned composure.
As she passed by Bu Qingqing, her arm was suddenly gripped by a strong force.
"Ah!" Wang Baiqian screamed in pain, "What are you doing, let go!"
Bu Qingqing's icy eyes swiftly hardened, the usual calm and goodwill were gone, leaving only a chilling ferocity.