At the same time, a white BMW was parked close to Qing University.
The window rolled down, and the people inside could just see the farce at the school gate.
"The reporters are here."
In the front passenger seat, Zhou Yang lowered his voice and said to the driver, "I saw someone with a camera."
Bang!
Wen Ziyu punched the steering wheel. His handsome face radiated anger as he glared at him with burning eyes. "Can we only watch them slander us like this?"
Zhou Yang shook his head and sighed. "What else do you want to do?"
Seeing Wen Ziyu's angry expression, he quickly grabbed him to prevent him from getting out of the car on impulse and getting into trouble with that family. "Young Master Wen, don't be rash. Impulsiveness won't solve any problems! Even Principal Liang can't do anything to them. You'll only bring more trouble to Professor Jiang if you act rashly." freewёbnoνel.com
Wen Ziyu's chest heaved up and down. He still had some rationality left in him. He pushed his hand away expressionlessly. "I know. I'm not that stupid."
"I'm just afraid that because of this, Qiao Nian..." Halfway through his sentence, Zhou Yang met Wen Ziyu's gaze and quickly raised his hand, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned her."
Wen Ziyu took out a pack of cigarettes and poured out two. He threw one to him and took out a lighter. He lowered his head for a puff before blowing out a smoke ring.
"It's fine. There's nothing you shouldn't mention." The smoke blurred his face, making it impossible to see what was going on in his eyes.
Zhou Yang glanced at him and pursed his lips. Patting his shoulder, he comforted him with a bitter smile. "Brother, you didn't lose to Young Master Ye."
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