Zuzi curved her lips into a faint smile, looking indifferently at Xi Ruzhu.
A shallow smile that didn't reach her eyes: "What, did you do something guilty, so afraid to see me?"
Xi Ruzhu shivered, her voice trembling: "You, how did you..."
"I'm not dead, am I? Hands and feet intact, disappointed?"
Xi Ruzhu could barely speak a complete sentence: "You, you, you..."
She felt a chill to her core.
She thought Zuzi had been taken care of by those four men in black last night, and this morning, either she would have bled to death or become a cripple without hands.
Who knew, Zuzi appeared completely intact, seemingly even more beautiful and lively than yesterday, so calmly in front of her.
She trembled, turned into a statue in shock.
Who knows how long had passed, Zuzi had long left with Xi Rubao, the class bell had rung, and the teacher was lecturing, yet she still couldn't react.
"Xi Ruzhu, what are you daydreaming about!"
