One hundred and seven, jerk

Luo Shu turned her head to look and saw that it was Xu Xing, whom they had encountered before. Beside him, in addition to the girl from just now, there was another girl who was crying and tugging at Xu Xing's sleeve.

Without guessing, she knew what had happened. That Xu Xing really was a scumbag.

Luo Shu shifted her gaze back to Mu Wan, who was eating her noodles with her head down, and continued to eat her own noodles as well.

"Luo Shu, aren't you curious?" Seeing that Luo Shu didn't ask her, Mu Wan couldn't help but speak up. Isn't everyone supposed to have curiosity? But why doesn't Luo Shu have any?

"There's nothing to be curious about; Xu Xing is obviously a scumbag," Luo Shu put down her chopsticks and took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth. She really wasn't used to days without paper napkins.

"Scumbag? What's a scumbag?" asked Mu Wan in surprise. She had never heard the term scumbag before, but she could tell it wasn't anything good.