Wan Jingxuan didn't say anything, and squinted at Han Shuo fiercely. His intuition told him that it must have something to do with this guy, including the fact that Qian Liying abandoned him in the library that day.
Han Shuo deliberately ignored Wan Jingxuan's hatred. Even if Wan Jingxuan himself thought that his gaze was enough to kill people, he thought it was not sharp enough to pierce his thick skin.
He could predict that in the future - at least for a long time, this fat pig would hate him and hate him to the core.