Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

had already returned home. 。He has always been preoccupied with Lin Bing, and he could never feel at ease. 。Since he was back early, Si Kong Yanran was probably still at the company. Seeing him ret..."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!"the young men frowned and his tone grew colder. 。"I'll see what you can do to me," Zhao Heiping took two steps back, his voice turning cold. 。After all, he was the Chief of the Beijing Police Departme...