Ten minutes ago, in the library.
The two father and mother pair stood in front of Wang An imposingly.
Many students were watching behind as Wu Yifan was among them.
However, he stood in the middle of the crowd, he closed his mouth and dared not make a sound anymore.
"Are sure that you are the one who killed my son?" Father Wu's eyes widened. After hearing what Wang An said, his heartbeat accelerated.
His eyes were shooting everywhere in the library. He wanted to find some traces.
"Master doesn't like noise. If you don't have anything else, please leave." Faced with the problem of Father Wu, Wang An still did not care at all.
Directly in front of countless people, he gave an order to chase off these new guests.
This indifference, this dopiness… in an instant, anger rushed to Father Wu and Mother Wu's foreheads.
Boom!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!