"What are you doing all the time?" Hao Jian looked at his phone, half crying and half laughing; he had had a rather unlucky day today.
Hao Jian didn't realize that at this moment, he was already in big trouble.
With a helpless smile, Hao Jian walked out of the alley.
But just after Hao Jian left the alley, Jiang Yutong's head peeked out from around the corner of the wall, secretly sizing up Hao Jian's retreating figure with a curious glint in her eyes.
When he got home, Hao Jian saw Shu Ya sitting on the sofa with a dark expression, her arms crossed, not saying a word, and the air was filled with a murderous aura.
"What's wrong?" Hao Jian asked, puzzled, seeing Shu Ya like this also gave him a bad premonition.
