“..”
"This ..."
Facing number Seven's question, Zhang sihuo scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed.
"It's easy to track someone."
The old principal replied calmly. She then turned around and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her chest.
Number seven looked at it and was suddenly shocked.
She saw a flesh lump the size of a thumb growing on the old principal's chest.
It looked very ordinary, but now, the meat bun was slowly wriggling and squeezing out the face of Zhang sihuo.
It was only at this moment that she suddenly understood.
It was no wonder that Zhang sihuo could still track him all the way here even when the young researcher was so alert.
It was no wonder the old principal had been so cooperative and low-key all this while, but still managed to complete the plan.
The old principal had obviously been corrupted by this Zhang sihuo guy.
