Han qiqing shook her head.
She suddenly thought of something and looked around the classroom. She poked song Shijun and asked, " where's yin Shaojie? He didn't come. I sent Xiaoxiao a WeChat message this morning, but she didn't reply either. They can't be at school yet, right?"
Song Shijun smiled. &Quot; Xiaoxiao was drunk last night. Do you think Shaojie would let go of such a good opportunity? "
He had long noticed how naughty Yin Shaojie's smile was last night, and it was obvious that he was up to something.
Han qiqing had a look of disdain on her face. &Quot; you guys are really ... &Quot;
Seeing that the teacher had not arrived yet, she took out her phone.
"I'm going to give Xiaoxiao a call,"
Song Shijun asked, " don't disturb their morning tenderness. &Quot;
Han qiqing chuckled. &Quot; if Xiaoxiao doesn't pick up when I call, that means you're right ... &Quot;
Song Shijun looked at her. &Quot; I think you're just too excited today. &Quot;