Lu Bingyao's face instantly flushed red, and she glared at Qin Yang.
Qin Yang had no choice but to take out the English paper and started doing it, waiting for a while until her wound would completely heal.
Qin Yang didn't provoke the icy woman's temper, focusing on the exercises earnestly.
The night was peaceful and the gentle breeze was pleasant. Qin Yang did not return to evening classes but walked out of the school on foot.
"I wonder if Sister Ruan's talisman is ready?"
Qin Yang stretched lazily and murmured.
Ruan Xinxue's apartment was in the Xinghu Villa District, not far from the school. Qin Yang walked leisurely on the road, the night breeze blowing, refreshing and cool.
The road to Xinghu Villa District was a rather broad asphalt road, lined with tall French plane trees.
"Come out."
Qin Yang stopped, slightly raising his eyebrows, turned around, and looked behind him.
