He Xiyan came out of the art classroom. It was almost nine o'clock at night. She had classes the whole day and was a little dizzy now. She walked toward the school gate in high-heels, with a rose handbag in hand.
Only when she came to the school gate, she stopped, looking at a girl who was pacing back and forth by the entrance..
The girl was delicately dressed, wearing a long coffee dress and a brown beret. Looking at the girl's face, she found her very beautiful with delicate facial features. Her face, especially, was the standard oval shape, looking beautiful and pretty. The girl's figure was also excellent, at least 1.7 meters, almost a head higher than He Xiyan.
He Xiyan looked at the girl carefully, wondering what she was doing here. It was obvious that the school was already closed and that all students had been collected by their parents.
Suddenly, Little Wang's voice came from the guard room.
