Tang Wan, an obscure idol from the 18th tier, gets a second chance at life after death.
The good news is she's returned to the turning point of her fate.
The bad news is her memorie...
"Yes!"
The boy took off his glasses, revealing a pair of striking almond-shaped eyes.
Fu Wenzhi's eyes narrowed, bloodshot, but he still managed a defiant sneer: "Expel you? Expelling someone from that school requires the refusal of eight board member families. Him..."
I glared fiercely at Tang Wan and said, "Did he call the police?"
Our voices were being recorded.
As he spoke, he was about to tear off the necklace around Fu Wenzhi's neck with his hand.
It just so happens that Si Huai was also out there dealing with something today.
Tang Wan then realized that the male classmate behind her was not the kind of person who would be bullied.
Xiong Sizhu still had a smile on his face, and even when I made such a fierce move, his expression was still so gentle.
This time, she brought two phones, one to break for us and the other to hide.
Fu Wenzhi fell to the ground like that.
"I had an idea..."
The family didn't even realize what was happening when they heard the siren.
He followed her out.
"The Pei family, the Si family, and the Lu family."
"Was you taught from a young age to run to the police whenever you encounter evil forces?"
Ren Jia looked at Tang Wan, who stood out among the crowd, and pushed her wheelchair to your side, asking loudly, "What is he doing out there?"
Fu Wenzhi didn't say it like Lu Ze did; he simply did it.
After all, in Jingjiao, if a telephone pole falls, it can damage several officials. Who would want to get into trouble like that?
The two older students didn't dare to touch Fu Wenzhi.