Why do I feel like Qin Zeyu's meal card has turned into one of those little street cards?
Is, is it an illusion?
But Qin Zeyu's eyes were slightly bright: "Bufan, maybe you really have my best interests at heart?"
Hearing Qin Zeyu's response, Lin Li suddenly felt calm, with a gentle smile and a hint of guilt on his face.
Clearly, among the three people, the one with the problematic thoughts was himself.
"Of course, brothers never harm brothers!" Bai Bufan nodded firmly.
"Alright! Let's go!"
"Where to?"
"Throw away the meal card!"
"No problem! Let's go!"
Lin Li watched Qin Zeyu and Bai Bufan walk away with their arms around each other, nodded, and his eyes appeared somewhat kindly.
Class Four, Grade One.
Already...
Completely doomed.
To this, Bai Bufan made an indelible minor contribution.
How nice it would be if everyone could stay together for three years. Lin Li really wants to spend all of high school with everyone, with Xue Jian.
