Ling Fei still didn't believe it.
She blinked, her almond-shaped eyes filled with doubt as she looked at Song Tian Mo.
Why would he have twisted his hand a few nights ago, if there was nothing wrong with him?
He couldn't even take a bath, and almost fell in the bathroom.
Yet.
When he was beating up President Sun just now, with the strength of that hand, judging by the blood at the corner of President Sun's lips, one would know how hard he had hit.
Moreover, was he able to topple Xiao Ji and Liang Wen He this afternoon?
All of Ling Fei's classmates, boys or girls, cared a lot about face; getting beaten up and falling down was something utterly embarrassing. Who would admit to it unless it really happened?
From the fall, to the injury, and now, it had only been a few days. Could he have recovered so well?
Ling Fei had a hard time believing it.
If not, there was only one answer... Song Tian Mo had been faking it, his injuries weren't that severe at all!
Ling Fei was upset.