The sounds of protest in the crowd were not very distinct, but they clearly reached Mo Shangjun's ears.
Chu Feiyin also heard them, and looked at Mo Shangjun with some concern. Seeing Mo Shangjun's calm and composed expression, she breathed a sigh of relief.
——Chu Feiyin had been on edge all day, genuinely worried that Mo Shangjun might do something unimaginable.
Surrounded by students, Sun Xiang listened to their barrage of questions, not sure where to begin answering. He just smiled, his smile incredibly gentle in the sunlight.
The gaze drifted away from Sun Xiang indifferently.
Perhaps Sun Xiang was just trying to close the gap between her and the students by taking the initiative to talk about her school accomplishments.
But she did not like such behavior, in fact, she found it quite repellent.
