The heart of a murderer at 180 degrees

Tian Wen shivered uncontrollably at the sight before him, a sense of utter despair flooding his heart.

He never would have imagined Ma Qingqing was attached to someone, and not just anyone, but someone she was willingly throwing herself into the arms of. The way she called out 'Brother' was so affectionate, so heartbreakingly tender!

Moreover, the man appeared stronger and more handsome than he did.

And there she was, wrapped in the man's arms, as he whispered something in her ear.

For the moment, President Tian felt incredibly awkward. Everyone present—both the boys and the girls—knew him and knew he had been pursuing Ma Qingqing. No one else in the whole school dared to chase after her.

But who on earth was this suddenly appeared handsome man? Who the hell was he?

Tian Wen was furious, his heart refusing to accept this!

Of course, the milk tea he'd dropped on the ground, its contents now spilled everywhere, went unnoticed by everyone.