Jian Yang hadn't reacted yet and muttered to himself in confusion, "Why is my brother's car here...?"
Saying so, he carried Qin Youxue and walked over.
Mo Hexuan opened the car door and stepped out. He was dressed casually today, in a white shirt and black pants—clean and sharp. His arrival drew the attention of many female students at the school gate, and the whispered discussions quickly grew louder.
"Brother?" Jian Yang walked over cheerfully, "Why are you here?"
"Picking someone up."
Mo Hexuan held a cigarette between his fingers, and as he spoke, wisps of smoke drifted from the corner of his lips. His gaze lowered to glance at Qin Youxue, who was nestled in Jian Yang's arms, and something crossed his mind. He let out a soft chuckle.
But that smile, in Qin Youxue's eyes, was chilling beyond comparison.
She bit her lip and said to Jian Yang, "Jian Yang, put me down now!"
