Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

to stealing the painting. Thinking about Zheng Yi expecting him to take good care of ShanShan, Ye Fan felt guilty for putting her in such a state. How could he explain this to Zheng Yi"Shan Shan, com..."Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, the voice on the phone, which had been very gentle just moments ago, suddenly raised eight octaves. "Ye Fan Where did you go Didn't you say you were going to help me fix my computer after school You made me wait for so long, you wouldn't dare have played me, would you"

Ye Fan could hear that the voice on the phone was filled with anger. Ye Fan knew that after class just now, she must have been waiting for him in the office. (.No pop-up ads)

"That... Teacher, I had something urgent to deal with just now... I'm already at your office, but the door is closed. How about I come back tomorrow to fix your computer"

There are no classes with Ms. Su this afternoon, I guess she won't be coming to the office

"No! We're using this test set tomorrow, and I'm at home right now. Come over here immediately, I give you five minutes. If you don't show up after five minutes, humph!" Then there was just a dial tone on the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean 'hang up' Are you giving up Ye Fan wanted to cry. Even if you want me to appear in front of you within five minutes, at least tell me where you live!" get it wrong again I'm not paying you back. I'm asking you for compensation for mental distress. And you don't need to ask me how much; you should ask Shan Shan."Xie Shuangfeng was about to be driven...