"Oh really? Then let's wait and see." Zhang Xiche arrogantly lifted her head, kicked off on her bicycle, and was the first to enter the compound.
Seeing her so smug, He Yue's anger simmered slowly. She gritted her teeth and rode her bike home.
As soon as she walked in and put down her school bag, ready to help in the kitchen, she heard An Hao's voice coming from the crack of the bedroom door on the first floor, seemingly on the phone with someone.
"Are you kidding me? How can that be? Chenguang never mentioned this to me... Do you mean that the school wants to pursue responsibility? It's not He Yue's fault, is it?"
He Yue's heart trembled slightly; it seemed someone called An Hao regarding the issue.
If she guessed correctly, mustn't it be Professor Yan Ye?
Besides him, probably no one else would call Aunt An Hao.
