And that Lin Xilu, really becoming more and more unpleasant to look at.
With a grim face, he lifted his leg and walked toward the door.
After taking two steps, he gritted his teeth and came back, looked twice, and still bent down to pick up An Ziqi's shoes from the ground.
On the other side.
Lin Xilu carried An Ziqi straight out of the classroom and walked toward the school gate.
Students passing by on the road occasionally saw them and murmured.
An Ziqi's emotions had already calmed down, and she struggled to push Lin Xilu, "Put me down quickly, I'm fine."
Lin Xilu pressed his lips, "Don't move, you're not wearing shoes, you'll hurt your feet."
An Ziqi bit her lip and had no choice but to stop struggling, letting Lin Xilu carry her to the car at the school gate.
In her current state, it was certainly inconvenient to go home.
