Ye Xiaofei grinned maliciously as he gently shook the phone screen towards Vice Principal Xue.
Upon seeing the paused frame on the phone screen that captured his face—albeit slightly blurry but still distinctly recognizable—alongside the face of that girl with an expression that stirred the unrestrainable lustful fires within anyone who glimpsed it, Xue Yuhe felt the picture hit too close to home.
But at that moment, was Xue Yuhe in any mood for such thoughts? Sweating profusely, his face ghastly as if mourning his own dignity, his large, fleshy face looked as if it had been steeped in water and then fished out.
He swallowed hard, and suddenly, with a fierce glint in his eyes, his finger-turned-ruler lashed out towards Ye Xiaofei with all his might, as if putting in every ounce of effort he had from infancy.