"Thanks, I'll get going now ..." Yue tingfeng waved his hand, turned around, and ran off. He was in a hurry, and it was already a while after school ended. He did not have a bicycle, and it would take a long time to walk. If he did not get there soon, qingsi would be worried.
Lu xiuche watched as Yue tingfeng ran further and further away. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
After a while, he suddenly reacted,""That's not right. Why should I be the only one who's not happy if he says next week?"
"Hmph, I'll lean over," he said, lifting his chin.
Young master Lu strode out. After taking two steps, he turned back and tore the other flowers off the front basket of the smashed bicycle. Without these flowers, even if the bicycle looked the same, it wouldn't be too similar. He had to hold on to these flowers.
He asked his bodyguard driver to buy a bicycle. No one was picking him up now. He walked out of the school and walked towards the primary school opposite.
