"Hey, isn't that your sister?"
The students had already started leaving the gymnasium. All that remained were a few people standing in front of some boxes.
These boxes were labeled with the different classes and their performances.
Each person had one vote and they could choose the performance they enjoyed the most.
Song Wenchuan narrowed his eyes and looked over. The gymnasium was big.
In the distance, the black-suited man was holding the girl's hand and saying something as they walked out together.
They looked out of place; the man was even holding a pink backpack in his hand.
"Oh! It looks like you're being neglected."
He was being completely neglected.
Song Wenchuan tapped his fingers on the arms of his wheelchair. His vibe was cold as he stared at the two people without a word until they almost disappeared from view.
At that moment, Huo Yunque turned around calmly and accurately locked his gaze upon Song Wenchuan.
