Qu Feitai's eyes turned cold, and he stood up, striding over to Bai Ziyan and grabbing him by the collar, his oppressive aura demanding, "Speak."
Bai Ziyan's heart unknowingly thumped in fear, wanting to retort a few words, but then Qu Feitai held up a fist and waved it, "Speak or not?"
He wasn't as tall as Qu Feitai, who held him up like a hawk holding a chick, and in addition, Qu Feitai had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, capable of crushing him with a flick of his little finger.
Bai Ziyan immediately backed down: "Fine, I'll talk, just let go of me first."
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On the fourth day of the academic report, the day was utterly dull. After the exams, everyone relaxed and listened to the lectures from the experts and professors on stage. Some dozed off, while others yawned incessantly. The day passed by in boredom.
In the evening, while a few people were having dinner at the hotel restaurant, Ming Jing stayed in her room and didn't come down.