"Li Mumu, what crap have you written?"
After cramming a 3000-word book reflection until 11 p.m. and tossing it to Li Ya, Li Mumu ran off without waiting for her to read the content thoroughly.
What a joke, writing a book reflection isn't about doing reading comprehension; there's no standard answer.
Sharing the story you've just made up should be enough.
When Li Ya let out a piercing scream, Li Mumu was already gone without a trace.
Midnight was a very dangerous time, and Wendy was in the midst of danger.
Although there was no actual evidence, the fact that this clingy person hadn't come to find her for two whole days wasn't a good sign.
Li Ya's divination results weren't too good either.
Earlier, she had said she was going to gather some information, but then she never came back.
It had been so long, she might have already been kidnapped or something.
