Heartless and ungrateful, I should have added less tea leaves earlier!
Bai Chuwei walked out with Yang Shuhui and Zhang Ling, leaving a comment behind, "For treating your baldness, just now, the tea money for the fine tea."
Principal Huang rubbed his smooth head and fell into speculation with the small bottle in his hand, "Could it really work?"
He had already given up hope on his baldness, hadn't he?
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Zhang Ling, holding the little orange cat and refusing to let go, tearfully asked the teacher if she could keep it.
The teacher agreed without a second thought.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but ask for the cat's birthdate.
The teacher said with a smile, "This little cat was born at the end of last year, on December 3rd."
Zhang Ling's tears suddenly fell like a torrential downpour as she choked up, "December 3rd..."
According to Zhao Yu's confession, that was the very day he killed Zhang Ling! Could this really be just a coincidence?
