While Jun Jun Jun was still thinking about Ruan Mingxiao’s purpose in coming here, that man was already standing at the classroom door.
When Ruan Mingxiao really stood at the classroom door, the girls who had been unusually excited before suddenly quieted down. The male students who had quarreled with them also shut their mouths.
Everyone looked at the door in shock, looking at the man who seemed to have descended from the sky.
The man stood at the door, his clear and cold eyes shooting straight in. He was like a snow lotus blooming on a thousand-year-old iceberg, beautiful but with a distance.
“Come here,”Ruan Mingxiao said coldly to the classroom.
The students in the classroom stared at each other, then looked at Ruan Mingxiao with shining eyes.
Who was the god calling?
Suddenly, the man frowned, and the coldness on his body increased. “Why aren’t you coming?”