But now, Ji Ningning had changed her mind.
Ji Ningning suddenly realized just how shallow her previous view had been.
Something was definitely, definitely, *definitely* off about those two!
Ji Ningning suppressed her shock and started to tidy up her desk.
Even so, her mind was completely preoccupied with Shen Yuan and Li Zhi.
Ah Jie burst into the classroom, his boisterous voice heralding his arrival. "Yuan!" he bellowed in Shen Yuan's direction. "Your dearest fath—"
Before he could finish, a sudden chill ran down the back of his neck, as if pierced by an invisible icicle.
He looked up and his gaze met Li Zhi's.
Young Master Li's previously lowered lashes were now raised, and his pitch-black eyes, cold as tempered ice, were fixed on him.
It was a sweltering day in mid-September, yet Ah Jie felt a chill run through his entire body.
