"Hey, Xu Yiyang, why didn't your little bomb come?" Lu Leng did not see Jiang Xiaoyu in the morning and thought she was going to have something to do, but until class, the seat in front of him was still empty. He could not help but lean over and ask Xu Yiyang.

Liu Yunting is still looking in her mirror without much movement, but leans back slightly to listen to their conversation.

"I don't know." Xu Yiyang's indifferent answer is like Jiang Xiaoyu and he belongs to strangers.

Lu Leng didn't expect his answer to be so crisp. After a long pause, he scratched the Liu Hai. Half a ring,...