Mo Siyu looked at Lian Qingyang, scrutinizing him closely. He bore no resemblance to Tang Yue, and his eyes, swollen like those of a giant panda, had robbed him of all his handsomeness. Yet his true-hearted protection of Xiao Yue was evident, even to the extent of compromising with Meng Yanzhi for her sake.
The fact that Meng Yanzhi had injured Xiao Yue could not simply be overlooked.
Mo Siyu lowered his head, his dark eyes murky and unclear.
*
"What do you want from me? I don't have money to cover your medical expenses," Yu Zhaodi said, looking at Meng Yanzhi with a defensive face.
She had returned to school the day before, her hand wrapped up like a zongzi (sticky rice dumpling), making it quite inconvenient during meals, but having survived hardships from a young age, she wasn't afraid of getting tired.
After finishing classes today, on her way back to the dormitory, she encountered Meng Yanzhi and instinctively glanced at his abdomen.
