After entering the bathroom, Xia Tian found Cheng Xiaolan standing in front of the wash basin and talking on the phone.

"There are a few marks that are not obvious, but this is a new bag I bought. I just carried it today and I can't buy it anymore. I have to book this one in advance. I'm so unlucky... Okay... let's not talk about it for now..." She said through

The mirror saw Xia Tian walking in and hung up the phone.

Xia Tian sat on the toilet for a long time before coming out. There were constant footsteps outside the door. She thought Cheng Xiaolan had left long ago. Unexpectedly, when she came out, she saw Cheng Xiaolan standing straight on the spot.

"Are you waiting for me to come out on purpose?" Xia Tian thought to herself.

She walked nervously to the sink and washed her hands.

"You have diarrhea?" Cheng Xiaolan asked her.

Xia Tian shook his head.

"Sister, your hair is stuck together, can't you afford shampoo?" Cheng Xiaolan asked sarcastically.

Xia Tian ignored her, dried her hands and wanted to leave.

"Do you like Aze?" Cheng Xiaolan suddenly blocked her way.

"I don't like it." Xia Tian raised his head in disgust, and then took a few steps back with a frightened "Ah" sound.

The cold marble behind her back suddenly stimulated Xia Tian. The hairs all over her body stood up, and every pore seemed to be absorbing the coldness and fear.

Cheng Xiaolan sneered: "What are you doing, have you seen a ghost?"

You are scarier than a ghost.

Cheng Xiaolan's head turned into the god of death. The skull was covered with a wide black hat, and a slender sickle with cold light hung above it, as if it could swing towards Xia Tian at any time.

After hearing Xia Tian's cry, Chengze quickly rushed into the women's bathroom regardless of his identity.

He first saw Xia Tian, ​​who was very frightened, and then Cheng Xiaolan, who was standing opposite her.

Xia Tian's face turned pale, covering her chest and looking at Cheng Xiaolan like a monster. When Chengze approached, Xia Tian trembled all over, and the fear in his eyes shocked Chengze.

Cheng Ze turned around and scolded Cheng Xiaolan: "What did you do to her?"

Cheng Xiaolan felt baffled that she was standing there doing nothing.

"I'm just standing here, not even moving."

Chengze didn't believe it: "Then how could she be so frightened? Have you been stopping her from coming out?"

Cheng Xiaolan was so angry that her eyes widened and she shouted loudly: "What are you talking about? Wait...you have been standing at the bathroom door waiting for her?"

"No way?"

"You like her?"

"No way?"

"Don't forget your identity. Grandpa's will made it very clear..."

"Do you want to share the dividend? I really don't care about it. Anyone who wants it can take it."

While the two were arguing, Xia Tian quickly ran out.

She was very sure that this was the fastest she had ever run in her life. She didn't slow down until her legs were sore and she couldn't breathe.

The most terrifying thing Xia Tian had ever seen was a burning skull, but compared with the terrifying appearance that Xiao Lan had just transformed into, it really pales into insignificance.

Sickle Death!

Oh My God!

Xia Tian sat blankly on the rain-soaked, damp and cold stone steps, unable to figure out what grudge or grudge could make the other person hate him so much.

Is it just because of Chengze?

Cheng Ze was adopted, so Cheng Xiaolan could definitely be with this cousin who has no blood relationship.

Whoever stops it will be destroyed.

Countless scenes of him being tortured by school violence flashed through Xia Tian's mind, including pulling his hair, tearing his clothes, and being slapped...

She cried bitterly and kept begging for mercy...

Suddenly, a boy with blue eyes fought away the attacker and helped her up.

"Senior."

Xia Tian came back to her senses and saw Chengze kneeling in front of her, looking at her worriedly.

"Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."

Chengze's eyes twinkled, and a smile appeared on his lips that was more mature than those of his peers.

We are all adults, how can we still use our fists to solve problems like adolescent children who ignore the law?
Chapter completed!