"Maybe... we should forget it! We should go find the principal and report this."
Zhang Yangzi finally could not hold back any longer.
There was obvious hesitation in the way he looked at Ye Yingluo, with even a trace of fear hidden in his eyes.
He was not stupid.
Was it really worth losing his life over such a small loan?
Besides, he did not particularly hate Lin An to begin with. At most, he could not stand that pampered, privileged air about him.
Wang Jinxi turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yangzi.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
His lips moved twice, but no sound came out.
"No!"
Ye Yingluo's voice suddenly became shrill.
She raised her voice almost instinctively.
Only after realizing she had lost control did she abruptly cover her mouth and warily glance toward the door.
Then she slowly turned her head.
In the dim light, her eyes fixed eerily on Zhang Yangzi.
Her voice became low and cold.
"Zhang Yangzi, are you trying to betray me?"
Her tone was light, yet it wrapped around the back of Zhang Yangzi's neck like an icy snake.
Ye Yingluo took a step forward.
The expression on her face had completely changed.
She no longer looked anxious and uneasy as before.
Instead, there was a frenzied calmness teetering on the brink of collapse.
"Everything your teacher has done lately was for your own good."
The corner of her mouth twitched.
"And now you want to betray me?"
Zhang Yangzi's face went deathly pale.
"I... I didn't mean that..."
"Too late."
Ye Yingluo cut him off.
The killing intent in her eyes was like poison-dipped needles.
"Do you think reporting it to the principal now would do any good? Report the Holy Spirit Cult? I don't know whether the Holy Spirit