C358 Fake Singing

"Hey, Xia Yan. Where are you? The concert is about to begin. I have reserved a seat for you in the front row. Come over quickly."

Under the osmanthus tree beside the stadium, Hee Chang was holding her phone and gently kicking the mud on the ground with her toes. Her pink lips trembled slightly.

"Okay, we'll go over now."

On the other side of the school building