At noon, Luo Qianqian still went to the sandbox, because someone cleverly took her backpack, leaving a note. Although the cellphone and wallet were in her pocket, it would be troublesome not to carry the backpack home after school and to go to school the next day without it. If she went to the teacher, it always felt like becoming the teacher's informant, and she didn't even know who had interfered with her bag, as Qian Yuling was always within her sight.
When she reached the playground, she saw her small backpack in the hands of a girl, heading toward the sandbox.
The sandbox was not on the playground, but around the corner of the academic building. Usually, apart from gym classes, nobody would come here–who would play with sand without reason? It's not elementary school. The area around the sandbox was not only secluded but also deserted, making it a good spot for threatening transactions.
Luo Qianqian followed with a cold laugh.