The dean stood at the door, hands behind his back, scanning them with eyes as sharp as lightning.
Finally, his gaze landed on Du Xia, and he asked in a deep voice, "Du Xia, is it true?"
"No..." Du Xia wanted to complain, but as soon as she uttered a word, her expression froze, her body tensed, and the hands gripping her arm felt like they could crush it.
Du Xia gritted her teeth, anger rising within her, but she had no choice but to say, "Yes... yes, I accidentally fell over."
The dean was skeptical and pointed to the mess on the ground, "Then what's this about?"
"I... I bumped into it, I'll pick it up in a moment."
The dean probably wanted to figure something out, but Du Xia didn't change her tune for a long time, and the students around them all claimed there was nothing wrong.
Finally, the dean reluctantly left, turning back every few steps.
Chuzheng was just about to let go of Du Xia when the dean suddenly came rushing back.
Chuzheng: "..."
Du Xia: "..."
