Chu Yao nearly killed that male classmate.
She drank what Qiao Man handed over, and when she woke up, she was lying in bed with a man, barely clothed. There was nothing she didn't understand; the man had evil intentions, so she picked up a fruit knife and started stabbing him.
She didn't know how many times she stabbed him, and while she was in a frenzy, the door opened.
She hadn't had a chance to see clearly who came in when Mo Tingshen strode over, draped his coat over her, and pulled her into his embrace.
He came after receiving a phone call from Qiao Man, who said she saw Chu Yao go into a room with a man, and he ran over like mad.
"Brother..."
As they passed Qiao Man, Chu Yao gently tugged at Mo Tingshen's collar. He lowered his head, and she tilted her face up. The blood splattered on her face had already been wiped off by him before he lifted her.
"I don't like Qiao Man."
She spoke in a clear voice, neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone to hear.
