"So, he's actually jealous? Then why did he pretend that he wasn't jealous?" Han qiqing was puzzled.
The Asian King of jealousy was really unpredictable!
Song Shijun shrugged. &Quot; I don't know. I can't read his mind. Let's go, I'll send you home. &Quot;
Han qiqing's curiosity was piqued, and she was still trying to figure out what Yin Shaojie was thinking.
&Quot; don't think about it anymore. You can ask Xiaoxiao tomorrow and you'll know what Shaojie wants. &Quot;
Song Shijun dragged her out.
Han qiqing looked depressed. &Quot; but I want to know now! &Quot;
He was simply too curious!
At the same time, on the other side.
Mu Xiaoxiao and Yin Shaojie held hands as they walked along the school Road. Although it had been a while since school ended, there were still quite a number of students on campus.
When those people saw the two of them, their gazes all shot over.
Mu Xiaoxiao didn't know why, but she felt uneasy.
