Angel is a little bad

Chapter 617 The Storm of Truth
After Huahuo hung up the phone, she fell into deep thought. Anyway, she absolutely did not believe that Mao Congcong would just let it go.After thinking about it, she called Feng Yuanche and asked him to send someone to secretly observe Mao Congcong's actions, just in case.

If there is nothing important, Feng Yuanche seldom comes to the student union now. He was not there when the accident happened yesterday, but he just heard about it from others.After receiving Huahuo's call, he didn't ask much, and accepted the task as usual.Huahuo knew that he wanted to study, and often went out to hunt wolves at night, so he didn't say much, and let him move freely as much as possible.

After arranging the task, she became a little focused again: Mao Congcong wanted revenge, vented, whatever he wanted, act quickly, solve it quickly, otherwise it will be like a ticking time bomb Yes, it made her a little flustered...

That night, Huahuo still didn't sleep well, but the good news came soon!

As soon as the morning reading class was over, someone rushed into her classroom and whispered a few words into her ear with a solemn face, and she jumped up when she heard it—Yun Nu was beaten last night!And he was beaten very hard, with several pieces of tape on his face, and he was a little wobbly when he walked.

She originally wanted to delay, but after thinking about it, she decided to go and see her situation in person.

She hurried down to the first floor, ran into Yun Nu's classroom, and saw at a glance that Yun Nu was buried in a book with rubber on his face.She walked over, patted Yun Nu's table, carefully looked at her face, restrained her gloat, and asked seriously: "What happened to your face? I heard——you were beaten?"

Yun Nu raised her head, Huahuo was disappointed to see that she didn't have the expressions that normal people should have such as frustration, panic, fear, and nervousness.Facing Huahuo, Yun Nu still had an attitude of contempt, disdain, disgust, and toughness, and his tone was very businesslike: "President, I was beaten last night, and I will write up the details of the matter this morning. , I will hand it over to you after school at noon! I don’t know who hit someone, but I will definitely find out, this kind of beating behavior is absolutely unforgivable, and I hope you can uphold justice, President.”

(End of this chapter)