When he arrived at the door, he slightly tilted his head and glanced at Jiang Fan: "You should be thankful you have a good brother!"
Then he looked at Jiang Qianjue and said indifferently: "I don't kill him, not because you knelt and begged for mercy!"
"But because such trash doesn't even qualify to die by my hands!"
As he finished speaking, Ye Qingfeng had already left, with Bai Wan'er and An Ruoqing closely following behind, their figures disappearing.
After Ye Qingfeng and the others had been gone for a long time, Jiang Qianjue finally let out a long sigh of relief and leaned against the shattered desk.
Wen Lun, shivering, snapped back to his senses but dared not make a sound. Pu Song, with shock and schadenfreude, quickly stepped out, and the two beautiful female students were still as if in a dream.
"Brother, we..."
Jiang Fan was about to speak when Jiang Qianjue suddenly slapped him, knocking several of his teeth flying.
