President of the council

Liu Xiao Yu anxiously stomped her feet, the expression on her face was full of anxiety.

She twisted her fingers around, watching Ye Qing Luo and the mob drifted away gradually.

Punching her fist into her palm, she turned and ran off in the other direction.

.........

Ye Qing Luo was caught in between, the two beauties who seemed to appear friendly had in fact positioned their palms closely onto Ye Qing Luo's back.

It was as if she resisted a little, they would strike on her without hesitation.

The group of people had walked a distance before stopping at a luxurious looking courtyard.

To build a separate courtyard within the school compounds, this could not be an ordinary place.

Sure enough, Ye Qing Luo saw the top of the courtyard, carved in with a few big characters: Faculty Council.

Ye Qing Luo let out a sneer, her guess was right, these people were indeed from the faculty council.