C209 Fight

"Xiao-Xiao, are you a classmate?"

Sister Na stood at the side. Naturally, she did not recognize Zhang Junsheng.

As I spoke, I gently embraced my smiling waist.

Although Xiao Xiao didn't feel well, she didn't avoid my hand. Instead, she tightly held onto my hand.

Just as I was holding onto Xiao Xiao's slender waist, I could almost clearly see Zhang Junsheng's face darken for a moment