Again, it's Abbie...
Lincoln Harrison's sharply defined handsome face showed a hint of confusion.
Who exactly is this Abbie, to make the underclassman miss him so much.
He must be someone she likes a lot but also hurt her deeply, otherwise, the underclassman wouldn't be drinking herself into a stupor, crying while clutching a wine bottle tonight.
Thinking of Molly Wellington's tear-streaked face, Lincoln Harrison, for the first time, felt a rare sense of compassion towards a girl.
"Hmm, we're home. Underclassman, just enter the password."
"Underclassman... password? Haha... Abbie, you actually call me underclassman, haha..." Molly Wellington curled her lips into a smile, seemingly amused by something she found hilariously funny.
Luckily, although her words were a bit jumbled, she could still recognize the password lock in front of her.
Stretching out her slender index finger, Molly Wellington pressed "Lulu... Lulu... Lulu" on the password lock.
Hmm?
