Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Slowly Feel

rds Ye Fan. Ye Fan flicked the machete in his hand, and it met the opponent's blade. A crisp "clanging" sound echoed in the air—the sound of weapons colliding. Then, Ye Fan's machete seemed to have an..."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!"ight to the death with Ye Fan!" How could they have such skill and determination It seems like the other party is a professional assassin! Ye Fan instantly felt a sense of urgency to sever ties."Never...