C192 A Cursed School!(42)

Indeed, he had misjudged the situation, or perhaps, he was simply inept.

Head bowed, he allowed Zhang Yong to guide him to a sofa in the hotpot restaurant. Staring at his hands, he had never felt such self-loathing.

A muffled "Bam!" jolted him from his thoughts. Startled, he looked up to see Zhang Yong setting a plate on the table. The white plastic plate clattered against the surface