"Hey, don't call me Mistress, since we are all classmates." She didn't want to hear this word in school all the time.
"Yes, young mistress."
She answered neatly, and Han Yixing twitched, "I told you not to scream!" She yelled, turned around and ran towards the school quickly.
After completing a series of procedures and finally being able to go to the classroom, she felt something was wrong because everyone was secretly looking at her but keeping a certain distance from her.
It's like there's a vacuum around her, keeping strangers away.[
Turning around quickly, she saw the two subordinates who claimed to be from school. The moment she turned around, one of them turned around nonchalantly and was studying the structure of the wall, while the other was lying on the railing rather deeply.
Both of them looked like they were not looking at her, and she couldn't even say anything accusatory. It was just that she was too depressed.
They were clearly still following her.
She could think that it must be because of what happened last night that Meng Beichen deliberately sent two people around her, but his behavior really affected her life.
Hasn't he always ignored her? Why is it so different now?
She was suddenly speechless and felt worried about gain and loss. Meng Beichen was really difficult to understand. Just when you thought he was treating you well, he suddenly changed his attitude.
Her life is really too simple. She doesn't know what he is thinking?
She simply ignored the two of them. When she entered the classroom, she heard Lan Xuanxuan waving to her, "Confused Xingxing, this way!"
Han Yixing ran over quickly and once again attracted a lot of attention. From the moment she entered the school to now, she could already feel how many eyes were lingering on her.
But she still shouted her nickname so loudly. As soon as she sat down, she started wailing: "Princess Lanxuan, why are you shouting so loudly?"
"Tch, even if I didn't yell, who wouldn't know that you are a man of the hour?"
"Hey, I'm very low-key, really low-key." She began to emphasize weakly, and then looked around. Someone's classmates were sitting autonomously behind her, with only a table separated them.
And given that they were all dressed in black and seemed to know their origins, no one dared to sit at the table across from them.