Luo Shangqing gave her a faint glance: "I believe my students are brave enough to own up to their actions."
Very excited, Mu Chenxi almost grabbed his hand and called him family, "Professor Luo, I swear, I really didn't hit the person."
"Young girl." At this moment, the old lady who had been standing beside the car suddenly spoke up, "Is this your car?"
"It's mine." Mu Chenxi hurried forward to check; the bicycle was intact, and the thermos was still in the basket. She couldn't help but hug it like a treasure and muttered to herself: "Luckily, the lunchbox wasn't lost."
After she finished speaking, she felt a mocking gaze and turned around to see Luo Shangqing's teasing eyes, as if to say: "Foodie."
"This..." Mu Chenxi realized she was misunderstood again, just about to explain, the old lady grabbed her hand and said: "Young girl, where did you go? I've been watching your bike here for a long time."
