Mia Zhao was about to enter the classroom with his hands in his school uniform pockets when he was suddenly stopped.
“Mia Zhao.”
Holding a pile of printed materials, Yvonne Zhao’s eyes were red and worried, and she walked towards Mia Zhao.
Mia Zhao turned his head and glanced, seeing that it was her, didn’t want to say hello, turned around and walked into the classroom.
A little bit of luck that has been hard to accumulate by running errands and laps, don’t be crushed by her halo once you meet Yvonne Zhao!
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