บท 622: Is The Class President Of The Third Class Really Fierce?

"Then I have nothing more to say. Good night, Brother..."

She revealed a smile and nodded slightly at Song Wenchuan before walking past him coldly.

Song Wenchuan stared at her back view for a long time without moving. After a long time, he sighed.

What exactly would it take for her to understand that there was no need for her to live such a tiring life.

...

"How's your new life?"

Mu Wei was in a European-style room. Many things had just been decorated when she moved in. It definitely could not be compared to the master bedroom, but every part of it showed her care.

Mu Wei listened to the soft voice coming from the phone and her heart instantly calmed down.

"It's great," she said softly as she sized up the room.

The best part was that she saw Song Jingwan lose control, and she also saw her in fear.

It turned out that what she was afraid of was so easy to destroy...