Jiang Xi raised his squinty little eyes.
After a confrontation of lightning and flint between two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, Little Xixi was finally willing to temporarily retreat.
Watching this pair of little devils leave along with the newly arrived Baozi demon, Li Hanxiao felt like she had just been pulled out of the water.
Can anyone tell her? Being a substitute teacher feels more exhausting than the Red Army's Long March, like being on a battlefield ready for hand-to-hand combat at any moment.
"If you don't want to be a teacher, you can go back to being a lawyer."
Behind her, a sly and slippery voice, like a ghostly apparition, floated out, itching and painful.
This guy has finally finished watching the show and decided to make his appearance.
Li Hanxiao hummed softly, turned around, and ignored him.
