However, Fang Yunjing was a student after all. She was burdened with her studies, so she seldom had the chance to come to One Finger Monastery. The chances of them meeting were low.
Fangzheng was a little surprised to suddenly meet her today. He felt a little guilty, afraid that he would be recognized by someone he knew.
Just as Fangzheng was about to dodge, he heard the driver shout, "Take the correct seat. Don't take the wrong seat? That will save us trouble."
Fangzheng hurriedly took out the card he had hung on his neck and looked at the seat number: "Number 42!"
Fangzheng immediately felt relieved. With such a seat at the back, he could definitely distance himself from Fang Yunjing.
Red Boy heaved a sigh of relief as well. The two of them looked up to find their seats. The seats had their numbers on the racks above the seats. On the left were No. 1 and No. 2, followed by No. 3 and No. 4…
"What's your number?" Fang Yunjing asked kindly.
