"What are you doing here? Why are you doing this?" Ye Tianxin demanded to know.
Just then, Ye Tianxin caught sight of a black and white photograph among the flowers. It was a portrait of Li Qingcang. He looked very handsome and distinguished in that photo.
His gaze was soft and affectionate.
"Mr. Li died in the explosion. We came to pay our respects with the flowers."
"Mr. Li was an outstanding teacher. How could he..."
Ye Tianxin shot the girls a deadly stare.
She was shaking in anger. Li Qingcang was perfectly all right and these girls were cursing him.
"What? What kind of news is that? Li Qingcang is fine. Don't listen to the rumors. They are all lies!"
Ye Tianxin looked at the photo in anger. She walked over and snatched the photo frame from them.
She did not want the girls to do something so silly. They were naive and stupid to believe that Li Qingcang had died. It was utter rubbish.