Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

me here" 。The fat man took a puff of his cigar and then grinned mischievously. 。"I just want to ask, what is your purpose" Aokong smiled wryly, then stared into the fat man's eyes 。"This too needs to..."Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, the voice on the phone, which had been very gentle just moments ago, suddenly raised eight octaves. "Ye Fan Where did you go Didn't you say you were going to help me fix my computer after school You made me wait for so long, you wouldn't dare have played me, would you"

Ye Fan could hear that the voice on the phone was filled with anger. Ye Fan knew that after class just now, she must have been waiting for him in the office. (.No pop-up ads)

"That... Teacher, I had something urgent to deal with just now... I'm already at your office, but the door is closed. How about I come back tomorrow to fix your computer"

There are no classes with Ms. Su this afternoon, I guess she won't be coming to the office

"No! We're using this test set tomorrow, and I'm at home right now. Come over here immediately, I give you five minutes. If you don't show up after five minutes, humph!" Then there was just a dial tone on the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean 'hang up' Are you giving up Ye Fan wanted to cry. Even if you want me to appear in front of you within five minutes, at least tell me where you live!" hired today.She carried the aura of a student, perhaps just out of school. She hadn't yet been exposed to the complexities of society, making her appear incredibly pure. Yang Yifan saw her for the fi...