A small corner.
Pei Yujing stood by the railing, staring blankly at Jiang Ning, and with difficulty, squeezed out two words: "Thank you."
Jiang Ning saw her looking as uneasy as a little student waiting to be scolded, and unknowingly, the little bit of annoyance in his heart dissipated a lot.
Actually, Xue Yuantong used to be quite a coward too, but completely different from Pei Yujing.
When Xue Yuantong was bullied, he would get angry, curse the other person viciously in his heart, and fantasize about becoming strong one day, then defeating them and shocking the world.
But Pei Yujing wasn't like that; she was utterly numb, seemingly unaware that it was bullying, and always preferred to back down.
Jiang Ning couldn't even bring himself to offer advice.
If it weren't for Pei Yujing's decent grades, otherwise, if she ended up in a lousy high school or vocational school with boarding, she might face even more excessive treatment.
