Setting a Trap for the White Lotus

Qin Ruohan's beautiful eyes turned cold as his sharp glare landed on the English teacher.

"Who are you to poke your nose into my business?"

The domineering words buoyed by his powerful and terrifying aura was overwhelmingly pressurizing.

Liu Minglang was instantly scared out of his wits and his face turned pale. He immediately lowered his head in fear and trembled in fear. He did not dare to open his mouth again.

Ye Caitang glanced at the pale scar-faced man, and Ye Muxue, who was passing the popcorn. Finally, her gaze landed on Qin the Satan, who was even more aristocratic and terrifying than a king.

"Dear, can we talk about this?"

She held Qin Ruohan's large hand and continued to write on his palm with her index finger.

Qin Ruohan frowned slightly and looked at Ye Caitang coldly.

"Hmm?"

Ye Caitang looked at Qin Tian's anxious face and then at the principal's complicated face. She quickly wrote on Qin Ruohan's palm: