Isabella Weaver released her teeth expressionlessly, feeling as if she hadn't bitten him to death, she might be the first to be infuriated to the point of vomiting blood—stomping on him made him happy, biting him also made him happy, cursing couldn't drive him away nor could hitting, unbeatable!
"Let go, I'll just take you to class."
Alexander Parker cheerfully let go of her, extended a hand to Isabella Weaver: "I can't see, you lead me."
Isabella Weaver grabbed his sleeve, pulling him into the teaching building.
Isabella Weaver was now considered a "celebrity" at school. She didn't dare to swagger into school, and already had a baseball cap and a mask hanging from her chin before entering the school gate. Unless someone was particularly familiar with her, they couldn't recognize her.
So, she didn't attract any attention.
