Watching the pitiful boys, Diana shook her head.
"You guys look terrible. Forget the exam, go to the hospital first."
Liam immediately stiffened. "No, I have to take the exam."
Diana was perplexed by his unusual nervousness and was about to inquire further when her phone suddenly rang.
She checked the caller.
It was John.
Diana quickly answered the call.
On the other end of the phone, a deep and magnetic voice echoed, tinged with a hint of casual indulgence.
"Done with the exam?"
"Yeah, the questions were easy, so I submitted my paper early."
John's voice remained indifferent, "What are you up to now?"
Liam perked up his ears, tension gripping him instantly upon hearing John's voice. He gestured wildly to Diana, signaling her not to reveal his presence.
Um...
Observing the chaotic scene, Diana nervously cleared her throat before speaking slowly.
"What else can I do? My leg
Leah remained calm. "It's just hemorrhoids, nothing to make a fuss about." Diana patted his shoulder. "Stay strong." Caleb sighed internally, wiping away the tears of humiliation, the n rushed out. Jephson, unfazed, shifted his gaze to Liam. "And what happened to you?" "I got hit by a baseball bat on my arm." Liam approached, sitting across from Jephson. Rose nervously followed. Jephson went over, lifting Liam's right arm. Ben, holding his breath, stared intensely. Unsure if his gaze was too intense, Jephson suddenly turned and glanced towards the door. Ben immediately shrunk back, hiding outside. His heart raced. She wouldn't appreciate others interfering while she worked. However, Jephson didn't say anything. She continued examining Liam's arm. "Does it hurt in this position?" "A bit." "How about this?" Liam hissed, "Ah!" Rose worriedly said, "Is it very
"Oh my God..." Matthews subconsciously covered her mouth, "Are there injuries elsewhere?" Liam shook his head. "Now, I'm pretty tough; other places are just skin wounds, nothing serious." Baker's eyes revealed a hint of contemplation. "That's good..." Seeing this, Diana shrugged. "I told you, it's not a big deal. They'll forgive you." Leah yawned, "I thought there would be some drama, but it was all for nothing." As soon as she finished speaking, Baker, who had been calm, suddenly changed his expression. "That's good... Now I can teach you a lesson!" Saying that, he raised his foot and kicked Liam in the abdomen. He looked dressed in a suit, but the force behind this kick was not light at all. Liam, a guy over six feet tall, was actually kicked and flew out. He slid on the ground for several meters before finally stopping. Liam clutched his stomach, wearing an expression o
"So violent? Isn't it dangerous for your mom to be with your dad?" Leah's eyes sparkled with gossip. "Yeah." Liam nodded, "That's why later, those people who bothered my dad got a deadly beating from my mom before letting him go." Diana: ... Leah: ... Alright. It's quite a match. The group left the hospital, and due to Liam's injury, Liam couldn't go to the university and had to reluctantly return home. After Diana and Leah finished lunch, they returned to Cloud City University. There were still a few exams left in the afternoon. After completing their exams ahead of time, it was only four in the afternoon. Deciding to make a surprise visit, Diana left the examination hall and headed to John's company. Leah stayed behind, planning to intercept Colin near the astronomy department. As they reached the school gate, Diana noticed a familiar Bentley parked by the roadside. Hmm?
"Boss, this is an invitation from the Patel family. Please take a look." "Invitation?" Diana furrowed her brow, then reached out, "Let me see." Ethan handed it over and promptly left. Diana opened the invitation and looked at it. It was an invitation to Wallace Wentworth, Christopher Patel's father-in-law, on his seventieth birthday. John glanced at it, then casually took the card from her hand and tossed it aside. "No need to see it, look at me." He held the little girl's chin, kissing her lips, wanting to continue their tender moment. Diana pushed him away, "Aren't you going?" John narrowed his eyes, "Do you want me to go?" "Of course." In Diana's eyes, a glint of determination appeared, "Not only are you going, but I'm going too." Meeting her sparkling eyes, John pondered briefly. Then immediately guessed her intention. "Alright, let's go. But before that... we need to
Leah: Oops. Why did Colin Darling suddenly ask me this? Could it be... He was also planning to buy her flowers? Although she couldn't imagine Colin, with his cool demeanor, doing something so romantic, she still secretly hoped. But then, Colin nodded. "Okay." Then he looked at her. "What do you want to eat?" Leah: ... D*mn. I guess I got my hopes up for nothing! "Steak," Leah said. For a rare date, they needed to find a restaurant with a great atmosphere. Colin nodded, taking her to a high-end restaurant in the mall. On the exquisite marble table, they were served with red wine steak and a pre-dinner dessert. Warm-toned lights from above, accompanied by the melodic sound of a nearby violin, created a romantic atmosphere. Leah picked up the red wine next to her, ready to take a sip, but Colin stopped her. "You should drink this." He handed over the juice on his side.
Leah, like an experienced old rogue, reached out, pinched his handsome face, and then pouted, leaning in for another kiss. Just as she was about to succeed, Colin reached out, pressed her face, and ruthlessly pushed her away. He grabbed her arm and pulled Leah up from the ground. "Let's go back." Leah seemed a bit disappointed. But soon, she walked in quick steps, following behind Colin. Casually extending her own little hand, she hooked his fingers. Hey. Shy or not. Hands still need to be held. Maybe kissing in public really made Colin feel shy. On the way back, he didn't speak much. Leah didn't mind. She leaned on his shoulder, her small hand resting in his palm. Sometimes scratching his palm, sometimes touching his knuckles. Colin remained silent. Occasionally evading slightly, he whispered, "Someone's there." Watching the driver concentrating on
Tony tied his long hair behind his head and replied leisurely. Then he walked into the kitchen, and Andrew followed. As soon as they entered, a scent of simmering soup greeted them. Andrew furrowed his brow slightly, "What's that smell?" "Duck soup." "I don't really like it." "I know," Tony looked at him, "but I do." After saying that, he glanced at Andrew, opened the lid, and added some salt. Watching the thin mist rise, Tony's thoughts drifted, as if he had returned to ten years ago. ... Ten years ago At that time, Tony was willing to do anything to make Andrew happy. Including cooking. Knowing about Andrew's sensitive stomach, Tony bought a clay pot and nestled in his cramped room. He slow-cooked duck soup for hours and prepared some signature dishes, eagerly heading over to Andrew's place. He called, only to hear Andrew's groggy voice on the other end. "I went
"Open your mouth." Andrew held a cherry, placing it on Tony's lips. Tony opened his mouth and took a bite. Then he withdrew his hand, gazing at the elegant and handsome man in front of him, his eyes deepening. "Did you do it on purpose?" "Sorry, I was just so happy today that I got a bit carried away." Andrew, in high spirits, reached out and rubbed his lips, "Tonight, just rest. I'll make dinner." "You? Cook?" Tony frowned, "You've never been in the kitchen; can what you cook be edible?" "Just because I've never been in the kitchen, you think I can't cook?" Andrew gave a faint smile, "Tony, you're so naive." Andrew 's mother died early. A long time ago, in order to cheer up Diana, he had tried various ways to cook delicious meals for her. Later, he unexpectedly discovered that Ben had an astonishing talent for cooking, so he stepped back. Tony: ... Infuriated, Tony picked