Just then, a voice rang out from not far behind: "What's happening over here?"
Everyone turned to look and quickly made way: "Professor Han is here..."
A man in his forties walked forward, frowning. He wore a turtleneck sweater paired with cropped pants, a gray coat over it, and even meticulously styled his beard, looking like an exceedingly charming middle-aged gentleman.
The man glanced at Shen Tingting, who was still sitting on the ground, and then at Qiao Mo, asking again, "Class has started, why are you all gathered here?"
Before Qiao Mo could speak, Yu Xiaoqin preemptively said, "Professor Han, as soon as Qiao Mo arrived, she pushed Tingting to the ground, it was really excessive, a lot of people saw it."
Professor Han frowned and looked at Qiao Mo, asking, "Qiao Mo, what is going on?"
"Professor, I don't understand why someone would fall by themselves and insist on blaming it on me." Qiao Mo's expression was indifferent.
