Raindrops hit the umbrella, and Song Shiqiu raised his eyes as if aware, and met the eyes of the young man in the black car.
This glance is like a tangled red thread, the fate has been tied and it is difficult to understand.
"Hey, classmate Xiao Song——"
Chu Daoxing shouted loudly, raised his arms and waved.
Song Sheqiu looked back, pursed her thin lips tightly, paused and waited for Chu Daoxing to run to him in small steps.
"Classmate Xiao Song" looked at Chu Daoxing coldly and said word by word:
"You are really noisy, classmate Xiao Chu."
Intention: Long live youth.