Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

light either. A blood gash was directly drawn on his arm by the dagger, and blood flowed non-stop... The atmosphere once again fell into a tense silence. 。This time, no one made the first move. 。In..."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!"If Ye Fan didn't make a move, the fat man would definitely be hit by Tie Xiong's fist. Without the protection of his skills, what would happen to the fat man It's easy to imagine.Tie Xiong stared at...