Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

fying appearance. Ye Fan frowned and looked at Xia Guanghe, as if he was trying hard to think about something."Ah!" Xia Baolong cried out in surprise, stumbling and crashing as he rushed out. Xia Guan..."Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, the voice on the phone, which had been very gentle just moments ago, suddenly raised eight octaves. "Ye Fan Where did you go Didn't you say you were going to help me fix my computer after school You made me wait for so long, you wouldn't dare have played me, would you"

Ye Fan could hear that the voice on the phone was filled with anger. Ye Fan knew that after class just now, she must have been waiting for him in the office. (.No pop-up ads)

"That... Teacher, I had something urgent to deal with just now... I'm already at your office, but the door is closed. How about I come back tomorrow to fix your computer"

There are no classes with Ms. Su this afternoon, I guess she won't be coming to the office

"No! We're using this test set tomorrow, and I'm at home right now. Come over here immediately, I give you five minutes. If you don't show up after five minutes, humph!" Then there was just a dial tone on the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean 'hang up' Are you giving up Ye Fan wanted to cry. Even if you want me to appear in front of you within five minutes, at least tell me where you live!"ow... how can you be sitting here" Zhang Wanfu was utterly dumbfounded.Ye Fan looked up and saw it was Zhang Wanfu. A mischievous thought struck him, and he smiled, "President Zhang, how much would it...