16th of July.
The weather was hot and stuffy.
It was very stuffy, making people feel a little breathless. Those who understood knew that this was a sign of a storm coming.
In the morning.
Li Hao leisurely rode his bike toward the inspection Office with one hand on the horse, the other eating a bun, and the other holding the handle.
It was a peaceful night.
He didn't see the red shadow, the demon hunting squad didn't look for him, the teacher didn't contact him, and Wang Ming didn't harass him ...
Even Heibao was very obedient last night and didn't make a sound.
Last night was a rare good night.
Beside the bicycle, small cars whizzed past.
Silver 7219.
It was a familiar car plate number.
Li Hao ate his bun and casually glanced at the food. He had the vigor and smile of a young man.
He remembered that a few days ago, when the self-immolation case had been reported, this car had followed him.
