In less than half an hour, Bo Jingyuan and Ke Lan were called to the Academic Affairs Office.
Ke Lan’s face was covered with palm prints and half of her face was swollen. She was weeping as she covered her face.
Bo Jingyuan was not in better shape. Her hair, which had always been neat and straight, was disheveled.
She was still kicking and cursing, “Ke Lan, you sl*t! I’ll beat you to death.”
The school leaders could no longer bear to listen to her.
Both students could be considered socialites, yet there were now fighting over a man! That was unacceptable!
When she heard that the staff were going to contact her parents, Bo Jingyuan finally felt afraid.
She shouted, “Su Ruanruan is my sister-in-law. Just call her over.”
The person from the Academic Affairs Office was both angry and amused. “No!”
Bo Jingyuan rolled her eyes and called her brother, Bo Ziqi, instead. She thought that she would have to convince her brother, but he unexpectedly agreed immediately.
Bo Jingyuan hung up the phone, feeling a sense of surrealism. Second Brother had been very concerned about her recently!
On the other side, Bo Ziqi was smoking on the hotel’s luxurious bed. Su Qionglin was wearing only a morning robe as she leaned against him.
Her voice was slightly hoarse. “You’re leaving just like that?”
Bo Ziqi turned to the side and put out his cigarette. “Something happened to Jingyuan. I’m going to her school to take a look.”
Su Qionglin immediately thought of another person from the Zhongjiang Art Academy and said unhappily, “Can’t Auntie do it?”
Bo Ziqi glanced at her, and the latter didn’t dare to say anything else. The disparity in their statuses meant that she was the one who had to pander to his whims.
She quickly helped him get dressed before he left.
Su Qionglin returned to her bedroom, frustrated. She took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it before taking a long puff.
Over the past few days, she had met her boyfriend every day. However, she couldn’t help but feel that he was always distracted!
She tried to comfort herself again. ‘Maybe he just isn’t in a good mood because he hasn’t fully recovered yet!’
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Bo Ziqi drove to Zhongjiang Art Academy.
He lowered his head and stared at his sister. “You like Su Ruanruan’s second brother?”