The three of them quickly got up at the fastest speed.
They dodged the splattering soup.
Although they dodged it, they hadn’t eaten much of the spicy hotpot yet, and the three of them stared at it for several seconds with tacit understanding.
Then, Gu Xingzhe took a step forward and looked towards the direction the shoe flew from with a stern face.
A few teenagers were standing over there, and there was soone lying on the ground, blocked by a few teenagers, making it hard to see that person’s appearance.
It seed like there was a fight.
But it was unclear how that shoe had flown over.
"Whose shoe?" Lu Xingzhe looked at the teenagers with a dark face.
One of the teenagers recognized Lu Xingzhe, swallowed hard, and silently took two steps back, "Young... Young Master Lu."
When the teenager spoke, the other teenagers’ faces all changed.
They didn’t know Lu Xingzhe, but they had heard of the famous na Lu Xingzhe, the second young master of the City Lord’s Mansion, notorious for his bad temper.
Usually, he doesn’t like to make trouble, but anyone who dared to offend him would be ruthlessly dealt with. In the entire Middle School, scarcely anyone who knew of his reputation dared to provoke him.
Lu Xingzhe looked at the teenager who recognized him and asked, "Is this your shoe?"
The teenager shook his head imdiately and didn’t forget to wave his hand, so fast it left afterimages, "No, no, no, it’s not mine."
"Is it yours?" Lu Xingzhe directed his gaze to the other people.
The teenagers quickly waved their hands and simultaneously spoke, "No, no, no, it’s not ours."
Hearing this, Lu Xingzhe furrowed his brows deeply.
The teenager who first spoke saw this, his legs weakened, and he stamred, "Hi-his, it’s his shoe."
Speaking, he pointed to the person lying on the ground.
The other teenagers quickly pointed at the person on the ground, "Yes, yes, yes, it’s his shoe."
Lu Xingzhe glanced at the person lying on the ground, unable to see the face clearly but clearly seeing that he was missing a shoe.
Lu Xingzhe’s face instantly turned cold and stern, he squeezed his knuckles and walked over.
The teenagers watched in terror, quietly moving aside. As they moved, the person lying on the ground finally beca visible.
Lu Xingzhe looked at the blonde-haired teenager with swollen face and frowned, "It’s you?"
The face was so swollen, it was impossible to recognize the appearance, but Lu Xingzhe could recognize his signature blond hair.
"Y-Young Master Lu?" Mo Weiran sluggishly crawled up, calling Lu Xingzhe with unclear speech.
"How did you end up like this?" Lu Xingzhe frowned, looking at Mo Weiran.
How did he get bullied to such an extent?
He rembered that Mo Weiran got along well with Ling Yuanzhou; those people wouldn’t dare bully him for Ling Yuanzhou’s sake, would they?
"Just... lost in a fight." As Mo Weiran spoke, his tone dropped.
Actually, there wasn’t really a fight, those bastards just ganged up on him.
But can he say that?
Obviously, he couldn’t say that; it would be too embarrassing.
Lu Xingzhe heard this, and didn’t ask any more.
He didn’t like Ling Yuanzhou, and consequently didn’t like Mo Weiran, who was often with Ling Yuanzhou, so naturally he wouldn’t inquire further.
"Your shoe flew into my al."
Mo Weiran: !
"I... They took my shoe off!" Mo Weiran imdiately pointed at the teenagers nearby.
As Mo Weiran spoke, the other teenagers simultaneously said, "He kicked it off himself!"
Lu Xingzhe ignored them and turned towards Gu Zhiqi, "How do we handle this?"
Mo Weiran and the teenagers heard this, then looked past Lu Xingzhe, and finally noticed two girls standing by the potted plants.
Seeing Gu Zhiqi’s face, Mo Weiran’s eyes widened, "Miss!"
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