Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

n you before Ot Suqin frowned. With her photographic memory, as the class teacher of this class, she had seen all the students yesterday when they reported, but she had never seen Ye Fan."I'm new her..."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!".." At this moment, Luo Xueyan's red lips parted slightly, murmuring softly. 。One hand weakly clutched, and his forehead was burning red, as if it had reached a high fever of 40°. 。She was probably...