Staring at the reticent Tang Xiu, Han Qingwu felt like her chest was somewhat stifled by repressed emotions. It was a kind of feeling that impeded her breath and drove her over the edge.
She didn’t understand! She couldn’t figure out why Tang Xiu had been giving her the cold shoulder more and more.
“You’re right, Tang Xiu. I couldn’t care less about whatever other identities you have. Shortly put, you’re my student when you are on campus. Since you want to play concealing whatever you feel inside, then go on playing as you wish. Now tell me, what kind of show do you want to perform in the evening? Before noon, I want to hand over the list of the shows our class is going to be performing..” Han Qingwu’s complexion turned rather pale and more indifferent.