Bai Ye Was So Furious He Spat Blood. Time seemed to freeze at that very moment.
Lin Youchu's heart, pounding wildly from excitement, seemed to have been smashed by a thousand-ton hammer. Her mind instantly crashed!
"Sir... sir..."
Lin Youchu's already pale, beautiful little face now looked as bloodless as a sheet of paper.
She stared blankly at Jiang Che, her voice filled with deep fear and disbelief.
"You... you must be mistaken, right? Mr. Q... he was such a good person... How could he have died?"
Such terrible news was like a bolt from the blue, far beyond the limits of what she could bear!
The benefactor she had thought about day and night, searched for bitterly for three whole years, and regarded as her spiritual pillar had actually... actually passed away long ago?!
The despair of having her faith collapse made Lin Youchu's legs go weak, and she nearly crumpled to the ground on the spot.
Seeing Lin Youchu's pitiful, devastated, wavering appearance, a sly smile flickered in Jiang Che's eyes. Yet his face wore a grave, inscrutable expression.
"There are too many people here. This isn't the place to talk."
Jiang Che withdrew his gaze, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"Classmate Lin, let's find a quiet restaurant and talk while we eat."
"There are some things Mr. Q left behind before his death that I need to explain to you slowly."
After saying that, Jiang Che gave Lin Youchu no chance to refuse or hesitate. He simply started walking toward the Hongqi Guoli parked outside the school gates.
Watching Jiang Che's receding back, Lin Youchu stood where she was and hesitated for three seconds.
Under normal circumstances, asking a poor girl like her—self-conscious and sensitive, someone who would blush after saying even one extra sentence