Li Jingming had no guard up, stumbled forward several steps, and came to his senses.
"Xue'er, what's wrong?"
"It should be me asking you what's wrong." Chu Yixue looked at Li Jingming with a hint of disdain and contempt hidden in her eyes, "What are you thinking about? You look so distracted, as if you've done something wrong!"
"Xue'er, today Zhong Niangyao returned to school unharmed, didn't you see?" Li Jingming's tone carried a hint of nervousness, "Also, did you not hear what she said today? She must know those people were sent by us, she won't let us off."
"Shut up," Chu Yixue whispered sharply, "What are you talking about? We haven't done anything, what is there to fear?"
"But—" Li Jingming had just begun to speak when Chu Yixue interrupted him.
"Stop talking," Chu Yixue said firmly, looking at Li Jingming, "Regardless, this time Zhong Niangyao has escaped. But even if she knows it was us, what can she do? She has no evidence."
