Chapitre 90: Chapter 89: He Couldn't Possibly Like You, Could He?

Su Jue strenuously reached out her hand, but as the disciplinary teacher turned away indifferently, that heart, yearning for help, instantly vanished into thin air.

"Director Qimo???"

Then, the pain in her body, in her abdomen, intensified.

Xiao Qimo left with his hands behind his back, while Ye Jinwen followed with a cheeky giggle, fearlessly joking, "Brother Qimo, you as the disciplinary teacher, don't intervene when students fight, don't care when students get hurt, tsk..."

The gentle-looking man tilted his head, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses, "Any objections?"

Uh...

He wouldn't dare to object!

But really, Brother Qimo, can you drop the satisfied look for once?

"Brother Qimo, Little Mianmian!" After Ye Jinwen's silent critique, he sharply spotted something and pointed towards the school's flower bed, his baby-faced eyes suddenly widening, "Cough, Brother Qimo, better not look."

He mustered the courage and positioned himself in front of Xiao Qimo.