Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

"Hey, don't call me Young Mistress, since we are all classmates." She didn't want to hear this word in school all the time.

"Yes, young lady."

Answering neatly, Han Yixing's mouth twitched, "I told you not to yell!" She yelled, turned around and ran to the school quickly.

After going through a series of procedures and finally being able to go to the classroom, she felt that something was wrong, because everyone was secretly looking at her, but kept a certain distance from her.

It was as if there was a vacuum around her, and strangers were kept away. [

Turning around quickly, she saw those two subordinates who claimed to be in school. The moment she turned around, one turned around nonchalantly and was studying the structure of the wall, while the other was lying on the railing in a deep way.

Both of them looked like they didn't look at her. She couldn't say anything to criticize, but she was too depressed.

They were clearly still following her.

She could think that it must be because of what happened last night that Meng Beichen deliberately sent two people beside her, but his appearance really affected her life.

Didn't he ignore her all the time?Why is it so different now?

She suddenly couldn't speak, and she felt worried about gain and loss. Meng Beichen was really too difficult to understand. When you thought he was treating you well, he suddenly changed his attitude.

Her life is really too simple, she doesn't know what he is thinking?

She simply ignored the two of them, and when she entered the classroom, she heard Lan Xuanxuan waving to her, "Misty Star, this way!"

Han Yixing quickly ran over, attracting a lot of attention once again, from the moment she entered the school gate until now, she could already feel how many kinds of eyes lingered on her.

But she still called her nickname so loudly, and just sat down, she began to wail: "Princess Lanxuan, why are you calling so loudly?"

"Tch, even if I don't call you, who doesn't know that you are a man of the hour?"

"Hey, I'm very low-key, really low-key." She began to emphasize weakly, and looked around in a blink of an eye. Someone's classmate sat behind her autonomously, only a table away.

And under the background that they were dressed in black and seemed to be known by others, no one dared to sit at the table next to them.