Lin Qingyang looked helpless, inwardly bemoaning his fate, yet he had no other choice. Taking a deep breath, he raised his voice and shouted once more, "I’m sorry!"
The volume was such that it felt as if the entire campus could hear him. Having finished, he dared not linger; he hurried away as fast as the wind. His few little cronies behind him were clearly rattled, scrambling to keep up as they followed him in his panicked retreat.
Watching their retreating backs, Liu Tiancheng couldn't help but frown, muttering under his breath, "What kind of people are they?"
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