"How dare you laugh at me? You just wait, I'm telling my dad…"
"Your dad, your dad, is that all you can say? What can you do besides run to your dad?" Qian Zhuye rubbed his ears, annoyed. "Your dad was severely beaten and still hasn't recovered. You should stop bothering him. Let him rest in peace."
"How could you…"
"Oh… wait, no. I meant 'rest,'" Qian Zhuye said with a grin.
Gao Qi's face flushed red with anger. He shot a furious glare at Qian Zhuye, then his gaze landed on Ye Qianning.
Sang Zhi stepped forward, shielding Ye Qianning. His gray eyes met Gao Qi's.
Gao Qi's anger turned to shock, then to fear. Rumor had it that meeting the Eighth Prince's gaze would bring bad luck. He stumbled back two steps, turned, and pushed his way through the crowd to leave the academy.
Sang Zhi narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze around the room. The other students immediately lowered their heads, turned, and filed out of the academy.
