"Alian," outside, Pu Xiaohan watched Xinming close the back door and couldn't help but look at Bai Lian, "Something feels weird."
Bai Lian looked up at the doorframe, her phone idly twirling in her hand.
"Not sure," she gripped her phone tightly, pausing to think, "You go home first, ask around."
When the students from Class Fifteen left, they did not have the same ease as when they arrived.
But no one from Class Fifteen could have imagined—
What sort of thing could the usually sunny Zhang Shize have done — at worst, it might be a family emergency, the most serious being Zhang Shize falling ill, or perhaps a car accident?
Pah!
Pu Xiaohan slapped herself in the face.
Such a jinx.
That was what most people in Class Fifteen thought.
Bai Lian took the opportunity to visit her aunt in the hospital.
