Is something off with Zhao Lei?
Looking at Zhao Lei, who stood outside the window and spoke to him, Yang Jian, who had been in the same class and hung out with Zhang Wei's group for three years, felt a strange unfamiliarity.
This unfamiliarity was indescribable; it was just a feeling that something was off.
Yang Jian scrutinized Zhao Lei but didn't notice anything unusual.
"Wang Shanshan and her family are safe, but I'm not doing so well. Zhang Wei is still the same, playing games and streaming at home all day. Are you looking for them? How about we all get together? Even though Sun Ren and Liu Qi aren't back, and Big Cousin and Miao Xiaoshan are also absent, it could still be considered a small class reunion..." Yang Jian said.
"Shut up." Zhao Lei, who had been relatively calm before, suddenly grew agitated, slamming his hand on the hood of the car fiercely.
The car's hood immediately dented inward, and various alarm sounds came from inside the vehicle, with airbags deploying.
