"Thank you, Senior," Chi Jiao said to Lin Ye with an obedient smile.
"You're welcome, you're welcome," Lin Ye said repeatedly. The more he felt that the girl in front of him was a good girl, the more he felt that Quan Jue was a scoundrel. To treat such a cute girl with a stoic face, what else could he be but a scoundrel?
Chi Jiao bade Lin Ye farewell and called Quan Jue.
Quan Jue was usually very disciplined and wasn't the type to skip classes for no reason.
She was worried that something had happened to him.
But after calling him five times, no one picked up.
Chi Jiao took a deep breath. It looked like she had no choice but to visit his place tonight.
It was eight o'clock in the evening at Xian Anju.
The antique architectural style seemed particularly low-profile and quiet in the dazzling city. Just as Chi Jiao alighted from the taxi, a gaze landed on her.
