Han Lie's heart skipped a beat, but he wasn't particularly panicked.
Pan Ge was incredibly cunning; Han Lie had long been wary of her. Now that she was questioning him, a sense of superiority—I really am a brilliant strategist!—welled up inside him.
However, just as he was about to spout some nonsense, Pan Ge cut him off. "Don't use those sophomores as a shield. Little Northeast was with them yesterday."
Well, damn!
Have both of those little beans defected?!
It's impossible to hide the murderous glint in one's eyes. Stared down by Pan Ge with a look that suggested she might actually stab him at any second, Han Lie immediately broke out in a cold sweat on the back of his head.
I'm done for! She anticipated my anticipation. What do I do?!
I'm screwed!
Necessity is the mother of invention. In his urgency, Han Lie managed to squeeze out an excuse: "I had a chat with Dan Zihao. After he came to block me, we had to settle things, right?"
"Hmm?" Pan Ge raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
