On the way to school, Lin Xie found a person following him, neither far nor close, always three or four meters away. But he didn't dare to look back. Even if he goes upstairs, he also goes upstairs. Does Lin Xie think that the business of human traffickers now extends to high school students? The handmade knife in his pocket was covered with a dense layer of cold sweat.
As a result, the man opened the door opposite Lin Jie.
Lin Xie remembered that he was Zhang Yuan.
At the age of twenty, we meet again after a long absence.
Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Long time no see."
Lin Xie sneered and said, "That's not right. We just met in class, and you even snatched my book."
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