Even with his eyes closed, Luo Yang could sense that Hong Jiaxin was about to explode again.
In moments like this, Luo Yang had his ways of handling it.
No need to say much—just bring up her parents, and that's it.
Works like a charm every time.
"Class monitor, if you want to hit me, at least wait until the matter is resolved. Hit me however you want—I'll accept it. But if you hurt me now, how am I supposed to help you find your parents?" Luo Yang said earnestly.
At first glance, these words might seem trivial, but they were surprisingly effective.
Hong Jiaxin stared daggers at Luo Yang for quite a while. Though still annoyed, she showed no intention of hitting him anymore.
Luo Yang smirked secretly.
If she saw that sly smile of his right now, she might change her mind.
Luo Yang added, "Class monitor, step outside for a bit. I need to talk to some others."
