Jiang Qiran was standing in front of her. He was still elegant, tall, and handsome.
Ye Linlang looked at him and suddenly had the urge to cry.
With a thud, the broken chair fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Jiang Qiran reacted quickly and pulled Ye Linlang. Otherwise, Ye Linlang's foot would have been injured.
Ye Linlang looked at Jiang Qiran. She was clearly just angry a moment ago, but when Jiang Qiran appeared, an unprecedented grievance attacked and occupied Ye Linlang's heart.
The tears that she had managed to control with great difficulty seemed to be on the verge of making a comeback at this moment. Ye Linlang's beautiful eyes suddenly became misty.
Sob, sob, this person has finally come!
…
Jiang Qiran pursed his thin lips tightly. His gaze that was as sharp as a sword instantly looked past Ye Linlang towards those people in the classroom.
The few girls in the classroom instantly shivered.
