"Of course it's the latter." Han Lingsheng answered.

But Mu Wei's cold face was so dark that it was scary, and he warned in a polar voice, "Don't talk about such things again next time."

"Yeah, it depends on the situation."

"I'll go, you two are in the mood to discuss this matter?" Leng Boxi was obviously a little dissatisfied with the attitudes of the two. He pointed to the door and said, "An Luoze is gone, you don't think about how to persuade him back, but are thinking about Song Xiyue's affairs?"

"No need to persuade me." Mu Weilen plucked the bangs in front of him with his hand and said calmly, "The school will be gathered tomorrow. He also deliberately picked out today, it's pretty good."

"Did he do it on purpose?" Leng Boxi frowned.

"It should be." Han Lingsheng nodded and expressed his opinion. "He didn't come out a few days ago and hid alone in the house to express his position. He left the villa again today and was also provoking Mu Weilen. However, he chose a good time. He left today and gathered tomorrow."

"Then don't worry about him?"

"It's just one night, nothing should happen." Mu Wei nodded coldly.

"Okay." Leng Boxi could only pray silently that something happened to An Luoze.

Song Xiyue, who had returned to the room, sat on the bed in dissatisfaction. When she remembered the false things An Luoze had just said, she was so angry that she was so angry.

But no matter how angry she was, she was a little worried about him.

What are you worried about for such a fool?

So, Song Xiyue spent the last day with a lucky mentality.

The second day.

When everyone gathered at the designated location, as Mu Weireng expected, An Luoze appeared at the gathering location safely.

If you want to say that you are safe and sound, you can only say that you are still alive, but you have wounds of all sizes on your body, which looks extremely embarrassed.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Song Xiyue approached An Luoze's side, poked his wounded arm, and asked.

"I can't die." An Luoze's eyes still had anger and resentment that had not faded.

The tone is also extremely poor.

Upon hearing this, Song Xiyue shook her head. She didn't want to touch her cold butt anymore. This feeling was too uncomfortable and too mean. She quietly left An Luoze's side.

An Luoze still noticed her departure, and a gloom flashed through her eyes, and then was replaced by anger. He clenched his fists tightly with his hands, and felt very entangled inside. Do he like or hate Song Xiyue?
Chapter completed!