Yuan Zhengxiang's face turned ugly, as dark as a storm cloud.
Remembering his past deeds with Song Wei, Qin Hao's expression grew even colder, "Get out now."
Yuan Zhengxiang's face turned from pale to flush, a hint of viciousness flashing in his eyes while his hand turned somewhat white from gripping too hard.
With a cold smirk, Qin Hao watched him until Yuan Zhengxiang finally turned and went back to his seat.
Du Wanrou spoke softly, "You really shouldn't offend him, his family is quite powerful."
Curious, Qin Hao asked, "What does his family do?"
"A small jewelry company," Du Wanrou answered.
No wonder that guy had such an exquisite box, probably a fine item taken from home.
At eleven forty-five in the morning, the school bell rang for dismissal.
The senior students gathered all their belongings, as it was mandatory to take everything with them or it would be treated as trash.