Sang Qi strode toward Ye Qianning, and Sang Rui hurried to follow.
Ye Qianning put a hand to her forehead. 'Have I become a pariah? Why does everyone who sees me look so aggressive?'
"Let's go," Sang Zhi said, tightening his grip on her hand.
Ye Qianning had thought he would lead her away, but to her surprise, he walked right up to them. 'In the past, the little stick-in-the-mud would have done anything to avoid a confrontation. If he couldn't, he'd have been the one getting bullied.'
'This little guy really is different today.'
"Fatty, what do you think you're doing?" Sang Qi's furious voice roared out before he even reached them.
"..."
Ye Qianning couldn't be bothered to acknowledge him.
Getting no response made Sang Qi even more furious. He threw all etiquette to the wind and broke into a jog.
