Tang Rou was a sensible girl. Knowing the urgency of the situation, and that Lin Feng was undoubtedly in a bad mood, she obediently stood from her seat and followed him out of the classroom.
However, Tang Rou was inevitably worried about Lin Feng. With a furrowed brow, she couldn't help but caution him, "Lin Feng, you... you need to stay calm. Don't be too rash..."
Lin Feng struggled to maintain a bitter smile. He gently brushed Tang Rou's hair and said softly, "Tang Rou, I'm already calm... I'm just glad that nothing happened to you. Otherwise, I would've lost my mind!"
Tang Rou nodded. She knew Lin Feng was feeling terrible at the moment, so she remained silent, quickening her pace to catch up with Lin Feng, whose stride was rapidly increasing.
The Qingshan residential area where Tang Rou lived was quite a distance from Jiangzhou University, about five or six kilometers. However, with Lin Feng driving his Maserati, they arrived at her front door within five minutes.
