C3319 Pressure

Nanxing Chuan had been standing behind them, but his eyes never left Xie Suo.

The class monitor followed her as if he was protecting her, but he did not overstep his boundaries.

Nanxing Chuan's brows slightly relaxed.

He glanced at the secret chamber, and his gaze fell on the Buddhist scriptures on the table. A look of understanding flashed across his eyes