"You should have a good rest. I will take care of the outside matters for you." Jerrys stood up slowly, glanced in the direction of the door, and said softly.
"Um."
Qianyexue nodded lightly, lying on the bed a little tired, watching Jerrys leave. When he stopped and looked back at her worriedly, she gave him a look of peace.
Jerrys smiled slightly and turned to leave.
Seeing him coming out, the three of them surrounded him.
"Principal, how is Ye Xue?" It was Yi Yunkai who spoke first. He was worried about the silent people in the room.
He is the second son of Marquis Yi Sikai, Yi Yunkai. Jerrys was a little surprised that Qian Yexue would know this child, but he still showed his usual gentle smile, "It's nothing serious. You can go back, she needs to be quiet now." Take a rest."
When Yi Yunkai and Lei Yafeng heard this, their hearts were finally relieved. Principal Jerrys had said so, so what else could they not believe? However, Su Fang, who had been silent since just now, stood behind them. Looking at the blue-haired man in front of him with a complicated look, Jerrys received his gaze and just nodded with a smile before turning and leaving.
Watching the principal leave, Lei Yafeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, Ye Xue is fine, otherwise I would have to go find that bastard to settle the score." Thinking of the person who made Qian Yexue become like that, Lei Yafeng became angry. You have to grit your teeth.
Yi Yunkai, who was standing in front of him, heard Lei Yafeng mention Xia Zhongtian and frowned in dissatisfaction. Regardless of whether Xia Zhongtian did it intentionally or unintentionally, until now, he had not even seen the shadow of the young master and even apologized. No, what he hates the most is people who knowingly commit crimes, are brutal and unreasonable, like arrogant people like Xia Chongtian.
So because of this incident, the relationship between Yi Yunkai and Xia Zhongtian became even worse.
However, when the two of them were concerned about Qian Yexue, at some point, Su Fang, who was standing behind them, had left. From the beginning to the end, after the two of them left, no one knew about the black-haired man. When did you leave?
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The night was hazy, the full moon hung high, and the breeze blew. In a room with the windows open and the lights on, a man was sitting on the bed, holding a silver sword in his hand and slowly wiping it. The thin window screen was blown away by the wind. It started to flutter, and when it fell again, a black shadow appeared in front of him. The man sitting on the bed was not surprised. His cold and arrogant face was reflected on the sword blade, and he said lightly without any emotion: "I know. You will come."