"Alright, let me take you back first, your roommate is very worried about you."
His expression was kind and benign when facing Ye Qing Luo but instantly became ferocious when switched over to speak to Si Yan Mu: "Since young lass is not keen in your position, you can continue to be the president."
When he finished, he pulled Ye Qing Luo by her arm, turned and walked away chicly.
The rest behind him dared not step forward to stop him.
After old man Gui You and Ye Qing Luo disappeared at the doorway, the look on Si Yan Mu suddenly changed, his pair of tender looking eyes cast a touch of suffocating anger.
His fingers clenched into a fist, his chest surging with mad anger.
The burning pain on his face declared the humiliation he suffered today.
"President....." Liu Xue Yue supported him by the arm and led him back to the wooden chair, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the wound on his face.