When Liu Weijiang took out a delicate Butterfly Knife from the car parked downstairs, he felt for the first time that this knife, which he often toyed with casually to show off, was surprisingly heavy.
So heavy that he could hardly hold it steady. Not just in his hand, but his heart felt equally weighed down.
However, he had already spoken, the decision was made, and now he could only brace himself as he returned to the school building.
When a slightly hesitant sound of footsteps came from the doorway, Chu Ge raised the corners of his mouth and glanced at Qi Shuheng.
"Which hand did you use just now when you were going through the student's things?"
Qi Shuheng frowned, looking at Chu Ge with disgust and confusion, but he didn't respond to the question.
"Then, I'll take it as you used both hands."
