Huo Beijiang indeed did not disappoint, stepping back and looking down at Tang Qian, who was seated on the stone platform. His handsome, arched eyebrows conveyed extreme mockery.
"Tang Qian!" He had never liked to distress himself with superficial gestures towards those he disliked. Moreover, given his higher seniority, he usually addressed many people by their names directly.
"What?" Tang Qian asked dully, her expression no longer haughty.
Huo Beijiang sneered coldly, his eyes chillingly icy, "Do you know that everyone is laughing at you? They laugh, calling you as foolish as an idiot."
Even though Tang Qian was in dire straits now, her pride was still high, and being scolded to her face infuriated her immensely.
"Huo Beijiang, please mind your language."
"Sorry!" he replied coolly. "I've never been one for restraint, and I can't learn it just like that."
Lu Jin and Ning Di both turned their heads away, pretending not to know Huo Beijiang.