Professor Lawrence also glanced over, his gaze shifting back and forth between Hannah and Wayne Lane.
He thought this was probably another story of youthful naivety, of childhood sweethearts and their romantic tale.
But the next second, Hannah's unexpected voice rang out.
She said, "He's right, all the trouble was caused by him leading me into it, and he said if I didn't do as he told, he would hit me."
The girl was dead serious, her round eyes making her look utterly innocent.
Forget childhood sweethearts, forget youthful naivety, here was just a little witch who loved to make mischief and trouble.
Even Wayne Lane's expression stiffened for a moment, but it was just for a moment.
Once he regained his composure, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle, but fearing the headmaster would notice, he had to cover it with a cough.
"Are you saying that Wayne Lane threatened you?" The headmaster's voice was dangerously low, though his face wore an incredibly kindly and gentle smile.
