Chapter 112
In the last lesson of the afternoon, they had a Chinese self-study class.
Chloe Collins casually chatted with her friends on her phone.
[Mirror: (picture) I'm here]
The other person sent her a picture of the airport.
She sent back an emoticon.
At this moment, someone else sent her a message.
[Alexander Foster: I've talked to your teacher, come out now.]
She lazily straightened up and looked at the words on the screen, her eyes gradually deepening.
Eight minutes later, she walked out of the school gate at a leisurely pace.
During the lazy afternoon, a large patch of golden light scattered on the trees on both sides of the street, the glaring sunlight was not dazzling, the passers-by hurried past, but when they passed that tall and straight figure, they couldn't help but glance at him.
It was almost autumn, and today there was still an occasional wave of summer heat.
Chloe's lips moved, and she felt her throat was a bit dry.
